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Fare thee well, old Foster Mother. 

Each of us this day departs ; 

Yet the fires will never smother, 

That thou kindled’st in our hearts. 

In our lives’ bright, sunlit morning 
Thou hast set our tender feet. 

So that when life’s eve gives warning 
We the eyes of Death must meet. 

We can say, “ Now are we ready. 

We have trod the path of Truth.” 

And with faith all strong and steady, 

Pass unto Eternal Youth. 

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Wilt thou take our humble writing? 

This, the hist’ry of thy sons ? 

’Tis of plain, but true, inditing, 

So that he may read who runs. 

Comus reigns within these covers 
With his gentle, gladsome rule ; 
And about the pages hovers, 

With his cap and bells, the Fool. 

Yet not always is he merry. 

Though he wear the painted grin, 
Though his laughter be not chary, 
Grief may fill the heart within. 

Thus we veil our parting sorrow 
With the merry laugh and jest; 
But the cap and mask we borrow 
Do become us ill at best. 


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Now, in the first place, it isn’t our intention to call this 
an “ apology,” and then make the customary brag about the 
book. Oh, no; not at all. “ Good wine needs no bush ; ” 
and we believe the merits of the book are so evident that it 
is not necessary for us to boast about them. 

It may be that the feelings of some individuals will be 
hurt when they come across several of the articles included 
in this collection. We hardly think so, however. Most of 
the boys are glad to get their names in print at any cost; 
most of the Profs will acknowledge in their secret souls that 
they deserve all they get. 

If your tender sensibilities are wounded, don’t blame 
the whole Board of Editors. It wouldn’t be right; for the 
principal work done by some of these gentlemen was to 
kindly make up their minds to allow their names to be used 
in this connection. They are not responsible for much of 
the contents. 


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To several outsiders who kindly consented to contribute, 
we must apologize for so frequently cutting their own names 
out of their articles; it had to be done, as space was 
valuable. 

If the uninitiated gentle reader finds that any of the 
jokes are too deep for him, let him send a return postal card 
to us, and the points will be explained to him, illustrated by 
charts and diagrams. This offer does not hold good in the 
case of jokes originated by members of the faculty, as few 
of these jokes have any point. 

Hoping that those who have paid a dollar down for 
their books will be satisfied with them (it’s impossible to 
satisfy deadheads), we resign ourselves to the oblivion that 
is generally the only reward of the 

Board of Editors. 


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Class Day Officers 


Frederick Martin Hansell, 
Spoon Man. 

William Frederick Craig, 
Cane Man. 

Joseph Edward Rickert, 
Historian. 

John Wilkins Grayhurst, 
Prophet. 

Wilbur Morse, 

Poet. 

Charles Wesley Burns, 
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Class Committees 


RECORD COMMITTEE. 

Lincoln Ferguson, 

Chairman. 

Edward Rickert, John Dotterer, 

John Wanamaker, 3d, Edward Wiener. 

GENERAL ARRANGEMENT COMMITTEE. 

J. W. Grayhurst, 

Chairman. 

Roy Stall, J. Wanamaker, 3d, 

J. Sundheim, G. W. Frescoln, 

Carl N. Martin, Henry Macfadden. 

ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 

First Entertainment. 

Carl N. Martin, 

Chairman. 

Wesley Burns, Gustavus Sickels, 

Wilbur Morse, Roy Stall. 

Second Entertainment. 

Wesley Burns, 

Chairman. 


Alfred Hurlburt, 
Wilbur Morse, 


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Wm. C. Ebaugh. 




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Class. 


Leo Gabe Bernheimer, 0 B y Classical. 

1804 Franklin Street. 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Freshman, Sophomore 
and Junior Years. 


John Herbert Bowen, 0 B, Scientific. 

472 Lyceum Avenue, Roxborough. 

“ One would think his mother 's milk were scarce out of him." 
Entered Freshman Year; Librarian of Scientific, Sophomore Year. 

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William Ramsey Bready, Jr., 0 B, Classical. 

1921 North Seventh Street. 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Sophomore and Junior 
Years. 

George Henry Brearly, Physical. 

3113 Richmond Street. 

“ That Izvas an Irish rat ."— Shakespeare. 

“ A kid , a kid, my father bought 
For tzvo pieces of money 
A kid, a kid." 

Entered Freshman Year; Second Honors Freshman Year. 


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Physical. 


Francis Williamson Brooks, 0 B, 

218 Wister Street. 

“ A babbling brook, 

A shady Jellow .” 

Entered Freshman Year ; Class Ball Team Sophomore and Junior Years. 

Albert Conlson Buckley, 0 B, Classical. 

723 Berks Street. 

“ The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mindV 

Entered Sophomore Year; Character of Sam in “Lend Me Five 
Shillings,” Senior Entertainment of Class ’94; Character of Matilda in 
“ Tom Cobb.” 

Charles Wesley Burns, 0 B , Classical. 

2023 North Eighteenth Street. 

“ One whom the music of his voice did ravish , 

As enchanting harmony A 

Entered Freshman Year; President ,of Class H 1 Freshman Year; 
President Class F 1 Sophomore Year ; delegate to Athletic Association Senior 
Year; member of Glee Club; member of Entertainment Committee ; Belles 
Lettres Editor of Mirror ; meritorious mention Sophomore. 

Albert Edward Byrom, 0 B f Classical. 

127 West Susquehanna Avenue. 

“ ’ Tis said that he sits all day 
In contemplation of a statue 
With ne'er a nose." 

Entered Freshman Year ; meritorious mention Freshman Year. 

John Christopher, Physical. 

1515 South Tenth Street. 

“ Nothing will come of nothing .”— Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year ; Second Honor Sophomore Year. 

Albert Hopkins Cooke, 0 B, Classical. 

3405 North Nineteenth Street. 

“ The helpless look of blooming infancy .” 

Entered Freshman Year ; meritorious mention Sophomore Year. 

Alan Corson, 0 B, Classical. 

1212 Montgomery Avenue. 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Freshman, Sophomore 
and Junior Years; member of Pin Committee; Sergeant-at-Arms of Phi 
Beta one term ; Secretary and Treasurer of Class B 1 Senior Year. 


Classical. 


William Frederick Craig, 0 B, 

1805 Franklin Street. 

“ He has, I know not what, of greatness in his looks, 

Of high renown that almost awes me." 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Sophomore and Junior 
Years; President of Class B 1 Senior Year; Editor-in-Chief of Mirror; 
member of Phi Beta; Master of Archives ; Cane man. 

John Alexander Cutler, Physical. 

525 Reed Street. 

“ I heard him swear" 

Entered Sophomore Year ; delegate to Athletic Association Junior and 
Senior Years; correspondent to Mirror Freshman Year. 

William Emory Dillan, Scientific. 

506 Dickinson Street. 

“ What have we here ? * * * A strange fish." 

Entered Freshman Year; Second Honors Sophomore and Junior Years ; 
delegate to Athletic Association Sophomore Year. 

Daniel Donoghue, Regular. 

2634 Germantown Avenue. 

“ Art thou wise?" — Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year; President of D 3 Junior Year; Librarian 
Sophomore Year; Second Honor Freshman Year; First Honors Sophomore 
and Junior Years. 

John Mandeville Dotterer, 0 B, Classical. 

“ Thou hast more hair on thy chin than Dobbin , my fill horse, has on his 
tail ."— Merchant of Venice. 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Freshman, Sophomore 
and Junior Years; Secretary and Treasurer of Classes H 1 and G 1 Fresh¬ 
man Year ; Chairman of Class ’94 Pin Committee ; Chairman of Prize Com¬ 
mittee for Fall Sports ’93 ; delegate to Athletic Association Senior Year ; mem¬ 
ber of Record Committee ; Assistant Manager of Mirror one term ; Mana¬ 
ger of Mirror one term ; member of C. H. S. Reserve Football Team of 
’93 ; member of Glee Club Freshman Year. 

William Clarence Ebaugh, Regular. 

Thirty-eighth Street and Lancaster Avenue. 

“ Not Hercules 

Could have knocked his brains out." 

( For he had none .) 

Entered Freshman Year; delegate to Athletic Association Sophomore 
Year; Second Honors Freshman, Sophomore and Junior Years. 


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Physical 


Lincoln Ferguson, 0 //, 

1423 North Broad Street. 

Entered Freshman Year; Second Honor Freshman Year; Secretary of 
Camera Club Junior Year; President of Camera Club Senior Year; member 
of Pin Committee Junior Year; character of Flora Strong in “Chums;" 
character of Mrs. Effingham in “ Tom Cobb,” Senior Dramatic Enter¬ 
tainments ; member of .the Engagement Club ; member of the French Folly 
Club; member of the Gambolers on the Green ; member of the Sehr Bum¬ 
mers ; member of the Camera Club ; Exchange Editor of the Mirror two 
terms ; Chairman of the Record Committee ; Secretary of the Senior 
Class ; member of the Athletic Association ; member of Banjo Club Senior 
Year. 

John Banks Fitzpatrick, Chemical. 

920 South Nineteenth Street. 

“ Too fair to worship , too divine to love ."— Milman. 

Entered Freshman Year. 

Melvin Franklin, Chemical. 

1518 North Broad Street. 

Entered Senior Year, “sweet oblivion.” 

George Welsh Frescoln, 0 B, Classical. 

541 North Thirteenth Street. 

“ He scratched his ear; the infallible source 
To which embarrassed people have resource." 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Freshman and Junior 
Years ; distinguished mention Sophomore Year ; member of Glee Club ; 
Corresponding Secretary of B l Senior Year. 

Edwin Lindsay Fugate, Jr., Scientific. 

noo Ellsworth Avenue. 

“ Now, by two-headed Janus , Nature has framed 
Strangefellozvs in her time ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Senior Year. 


William Carmar Good, <I> I), Classical. 

Sixteenth and Moore Streets. 

“ He'd undertake to prove 
By force of argument 
A man's no horse." 

Entered Freshman Year; member of Central High School Reserve 
Foot-ball Team of ’93. 


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Regular. 


Harold William Gracff, 

1632 Diamond Street. 

“ For a backzvoodsman, uncommonly intelligent .” 

Entered Freshman Year; delegate to Athletic Association Freshman, 
Sophomore and Junior Years ; Second Honors, Sophomore and Junior Years. 


William Gratz, 0 B, Classical. 

50 McKean Street. 

“ Seldom condescendeth he to smile , 

But when he does, ’lis sad to see 
That he but mocks at misery .” 

Entered Freshman Year ; meritorious mention Sophomore and Junior 
Years. 

John Wilkins Grayhurst, ( I> B, Regular. 

28 South Twenty-second Street. 

“ How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue .” 

Entered Junior Year ; President of A 3 ; Class Prophet; Second Prize in 
Mirror Literary Contest ; Member of the Athletic Association ; Assistant 
Manager of Mirror ; Chairman Commencement and Class Day Committee. 

Frederick Martin Hansell, Physical. 

4107 Baltimore avenue. 

“ Stately and tall he moves." 

Entered Freshman Year; Secretary and Treasurer of Regular Fresh¬ 
man, Sophomore, Junior and Senior Years ; Delegate to Athletic Associa¬ 
tion Senior Year ; Class Foot-ball Team Freshman, Sophomore Years ; Class 
Ball Team, Freshman ; School Team, Junior ; Glee Club, Freshman Year ; 
Cricket Eleven, Sophomore, Junior Years, Alumni Editor of Mirror; 
Second Honor Junior Year ; Captain of Cricket Team ; Member of Class 
Base-ball Team. 

Clarence Oscar Hensel, <P B , Physical. 

238 Diamond street. 

“ Ah, me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight , 

Sore given to revel and ungodly glee." 

Entered Freshman Year ; Delegate to Athletic Association Freshman 
Year. 

Aaron Conrad Emanuel Hoffsten, 0 B , Classical. 

1024 Poplar street. 

“ Oh, Amos Cottle ! Phcebus ! What a name." 

Entered Freshman Year ; meritorious mention Sophomore Year. 


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Scientific. 


Alfred Hurlburt, 

1523 North Nineteenth Street. 

“A lazy, lolling sort, 

Unseen at church, at senate, or at court." 

Scientific. 


Entered Freshman Year; Sister Colleges Editor of Mirror; character 
of Caroline Effingham in “Tom Cobb,” and character of Mrs. Breed in 
“Chums; ” member of Entertainment Committee. 


Raymond Jones, 0> B, 

4050 Chestnut Street. 

“ ’ Tis a name Ine'er heard before." 

Classical. 


Entered Freshman Year; Librarian of School Senior Year ; member of 
C. H. S. Reserve Foot ball Team of ’93. 


Walter Naugel Langshaw, 0 B, 

1638 South Fifteenth Street. 

Physical. 


“ I was seeking for a fool when I found you ."— Shakespeare. 
Entered Junior Year ; member Orchestra Junior and Senior Years. 


Llewellyn Laws, 

Holmesburg. 

“ It is sometimes hard to be a fool." 
Entered Freshman Year. 

Physical. 

Thomas Henry Lee, 0 B } 

809 South Fifth Street. 

Physical. 


“ With his mouth full of news ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year; delegate A. A. Freshman Year; correspond¬ 
ent to Mirror Sophomore Year. 


Charles Henry Lefcowitch, 0 B , 

609 South Sixth Street. 

“ There is nothing so becomes a man 

As modest stillness." 

Entered Freshman Year. 

Classical. 

Walter Moore Levette, 0 B , 

1334 North Twenty-first Street. 

“ Fantastic, frolicsome and wild 

Classical. 


With all the trinkets of a child." 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Freshman and Sopho¬ 
more Years; Corresponding Secretary of C 2 one term, Junior Year; Cap¬ 
tain of C. H. S, Reserve Foot ball Team of ’93. 


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Richard Painter Lochner, <1> It, * Regular. 

1531 South Second Street. 

“ 77 /o’ he is but little, he is fierce.” 

Entered Freshman Year; correspondent to Mirror Junior Year; 
Second Honor Freshman Year. 

Walter Charles Lotte, Scientific. 

412 West Huntingdon Street. 

“ A very gentle beast and of a good conscience." — Shakespeare. 
Entered Freshman Year ; Second Honors, Sophomore and Junior Years. 


Henry Powell Lummis, Scientific. 

24 West Delaware Avenue. 

“ Men of few words are the best ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Senior Year. 


Henry Samuel Macfadden, @ D, Classical. 

1123 Fitzwater Street. 

“ Here too dwells modest innocence, 

Unsullied beauty —(.?)” 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Sophomore and Junior 
Years ; Assistant Manager of Mirror one term. 


Carl Neidhard Martin, <I> It, Regular. 

Fox Chase. 

“ The forehead of a married man is more honorable 
Than the bare brows of a bachelor ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year; delegate Freshman, Sophomore, Junior and 
Senior Years ; Secretary of Phi Beta Junior Year; Cricket Eleven Sophomore 
and Junior Years; President of Regulars Sophomore Year; Mr. Golightly 
in Senior Entertainment ; Chairman Entertainment Committee ; character 
of Col. O’Fipp in “ Tom Cobb ;” Sporting Editor of Mirror. 

Edward Henry Maurer, <I> It, Classical. 

102 South Second Street. 

“ Beppo ! that beard of thine becomes thee not! 

You should have it shaved before you’ re a day older." 

Entered Freshman Year ; meritorious mention Sophomore Year ; Secre¬ 
tary of Class F 1 Sophomore Year. 


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George Irving Merrill, 0 B f Regular. 

2137 North Thirteenth Street. 

“ Would one think ' twere possible for love to make such ravage in a noble 
soul.” 

Entered Class Sophomore Year ; President of Regulars Sophomore Year ; 
correspondent to Mirror, Junior Year ; President of Phi Beta second term 
of Junior Year; charter member of Athletic Association Senior Year ; Busi¬ 
ness Manager of Mirror first term Senior Year ; Managing Editor of Mirror 
second term Senior Year ; played title idle in production of “Tom Cobb.” 
in Senior play ; address at Christmas entertainment; President of Class 
Senior Year; member of French Folly Club; member of Sehr Bummers; 
member of Gambolers on the Green. 

Leon Merz, 0 B, Classical. 

704 North Fifth Street. 

“ Eternal smiles his emptiness betray.” 

Entered Freshman Year; meritorious mention Sophomore and Junior 
Years; Corresponding Secretary of Class D 2 Junior Year. 

Joseph Metzger, Physical. 

1704 North Eighth Street. 

“ Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your 
years .”— Shakespeare. 

Entered Junior Year; correspondent of Mirror, from Physical Section 
Junior Year. 

Francis Miller, 0 B , Classical. 

2343 North Ninth Street. 

“ Now what a thing it is to be an ass.” — Shakespeare. 

Member of the Three Thousand Doughnuts Club; entered the School 
in June, 1890. 

Edwin Yerkes Montanye, 0 B, Classical. 

Holmesburg. 

“ That fellow seems to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one.”— Sam. 
Johnson. 

Entered Freshman Year, 1890; a member of the Three Thousand 
Doughnuts Club. 

Wilbur Morse, 0 It, Classical. 

1747 Park Avenue. 

“ Here's a friend both for earnest and sport.” — Ben Jonson. 

Entered Freshman Year ; Mirror correspondent D 3 and E 3 ; Vice-Presi¬ 
dent of D 2 • member of High School Minstrels Senior Year ; Vice-President 
of Senior Class; B 2 ; Class Poet; took role of a girl in dramatic entertain¬ 
ment of Senior Class, and member of Committee on same; played in the 
High School Banjo Club during Sophomore, Junior and Senior Years. 


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Classical. 


Edwin Stimble Mullison, 0 B, 

872 North Sixth Street. 

“ Let him go somewhere where he is not known." — Sam Johnson. 

Member of the Central High School Banjo Club ; member of the Three 
Thousand Doughnuts Club ; member of the Desdemona Club. 

Frederick Goodwin Nixon, Scientific. 

842 N. Broad Street. 

“ He's ivelly like a cock as thinks the sun rose a purpose to hear him crow." 

—George Eliot. 

Vice-President, Secretary, of E 5 , Scientific, Mirror correspondent and 
Delegate for that Section ; in 97th Minstrel Show ; was in the 98th Entertain¬ 
ment; “Aunt Dinah’s Quilting Party;” in 98th Minstrel Show; in Senior 
Year Assistant Business Manager of the Mirror; Zeke in “ Chums,” and a 
Waiter in “Lend Me Five Shillings.” 

Joseph Walter Randall, 0 B } Classical. 

2827 Diamond Street. 

“ You base foot-ball player." — Shakespeare. 

Vice-President Class latter half of year of ’90; Vice-President Class 
latter half of year of ’91 ; member A. A. for three years ; Corresponding Sec¬ 
retary A. A. ; member Class and School Base-ball Teams; Captain Class 
Team ’93, and Captain School Team ’93 ; member Foot-ball Team two 
years; Captain of Foot-ball Team of school ’93; member of 3,000 
Doughnuts. 

Alonzo Guy Reber, 0 B } Classical. 

1105 Summerville Street. 

“ Force without intelligence is nothing. — Napoleon I. 

Entered in Sophomore Year; President of Class second half of Sopho¬ 
more Year; Secretary of Class first half of Junior Year; member of 
Glee Club of ’92; member of 3,000 Doughnut Club ; Editor-in-Chief of 
Mirror (resigned) ; played Right-guard on Foot-ball Team of ’91 ; 
Captain of Class Foot-ball Team; Captain and Manager of Base-ball 
Team ’92; Delegate to A. A. for two years; Manager of Foot-ball Team of 
’92; Manager of Base-ball Team of ’93 ; Manager of Foot-ball Team of ’93. 

Joseph Edward Rickert, 0> B , Classical. 

2029 N. Twentieth Street. 

Entered Class Freshman Year ; Class Historian ; member of Record 
Committee; President of Classes F 2 , D 2 , C 2 , B 2 , A 2 ; Vice-President of Phi 
Beta Literary Society ; member of Athletic Association ; Chief Doughnut 
and Playwright of 3,000 Doughnuts Dramatic Club; Bulstrode Effingham 
in Senior Class Play “ Tom Cobb ; ” member of Engagement Club. 


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Regular. 


Howard Sumner Roberts, 

1240 S. Fifth Street, 

“A studious fellow, and - that's all." 

Entered Preshman Year; Delegate to A. A. Sophomore Year; Second 
Honor Junior Year. 


John Frederick Roeske, 0 B f Chemical. 

914 Snyder Avenue. 

“ What a head for just a boy to have." 

Entered Freshman Year ; Second Honors Sophomore and Junior Years. 

Edward Harris Scatchard, Physical. 

402 E. Chelten Avenue, Germantown. 

“ Not one word spake he more than was neede." 

Entered Freshman Year; Vice-President Freshman, Sophomore and 
Senior Years of Regulars; Second Honors Freshman and Junior Years. 

Hugh Laing Southwick, Classical. 

2352 Thompson Street. 

“ And thus I clothe my raked villany 
And seem a saint when most I play the devil." — Shakespeare. 

Secretary and Treasurer of the Freshman Class; member of the 3,000 
Doughnuts Club and Desdemona Club. 

Gustavus Sickels, 0 B, Physical. 

1910 N. Eleventh Street. 

“ Let another man praise thee, not thine own mouth." 

Entered Sophomore Year ; President Agassiz Society, Correspondent to 
Mirror Sophomore Year ; Leader Orchestra Sophomore and Junior Years ; 
Mr. Morland in ’94 play; Class and School Editor of Mirror. 

Roy Livingston Stall, 0 B, Classical. 

1468 N. Fifty-fifth Street. 

“ I' faith he is a ivorthy gentleman 
Exceedingly well read ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Class in Freshman Year ; Secretary and Treasurer in Freshman 
Year; Vice-President two terms ; Treasurer of Phi Beta ; 3,000 Doughnuts 
Club; President Athletic Association in Senior Year; Editor of Class and 
School Department of the Mirror for the second term. 

Lewis Cheston Starkey, Regular. 

Bustleton. 

“ Studious * * * and fond of humble things." — 

Entered Freshman Year; Second Honor Sophomore Year. 



Scientific. 


William Steele, 

1438 Lawrence Street. 

“ The best in this kind are ‘ shadows .’ "— Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year. 

Samuel Lewis Steer, 0 B , Classical. 

777 North Twenty-fourth Street. 

“ If he had tivo ideas in his head, they zvould fall out with each '' 
other ."— Dr. Johnson. 

Correspondent of Mirror in Senior Year ; Librarian in Junior and Senior 
Years ; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Society ; member of Junior Class Base- 
Ball Team ; Secretary of Camera Club in Junior and Senior Years. 

Josiah Thomas Stevenson, 0 B , . Classical. 

2765 Kensington Avenue. 

“ Why was I born with whiskers? "— Anon. 

Member of Freshman Foot-ball Team ; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Club. 

James Edward Stiles, 0 B } Regular. 

1629 South Thirteenth Street. 

“ I do begin to perceive that lam made an ass." 

Entered Freshman Year ; Second Honor Sophomore Y6ar. 

Charles Stretch, 0 B , Classical. 

1623 West Eighteenth Street. 

"If dirt were trumps what hands you would hold." — Charles Lamb. 

Member of the 3,000 Doughnuts Club; Secretary and Treasurer of the 
Classical Section. 

Cheston M. Stuart, 0 B, Classical. 

Holmesburg. 

“Dwarfed and dislocated into the merest imbecility." — Leigh Hunt. 

Entered Class beginning of Freshman Year; Secretary Class Freshman 
Year; delegate to A. A. Sophomore Year; member of Guardians of Desde- 
mona; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Society. 

John T. Sullivan, 0 B , Physical. 

5218 Woodland Avenue. 

“ Never did run smooth." 

Entered Sophomore Year. 


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Physical. 


Joseph Sundheim, 0 B } 

641 Oxford Street. 

“ God made him, so let him pass for a man.” 

Entered Freshman Year; Librarian Freshman Year; correspondent to 
Mirror Sophomore Year ; Mr. Effingham in “Tom Cobb ;” Chairman Pho¬ 
tograph Committee; Chairman Invitation Committee. 


William Zerus Suplee, 0 B, Classical. 

926 South Twelfth Street. 

“ A malicious imp, ready and ripe for mischief” — Somerset. 
Entered Freshman Year; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Club ; a partici¬ 
pant in the Sports and taking five first and five second prizes, and 
making a new record for the 100 yards Jr., which is sec. 

George H. Swift, 0 B , Classical. 

1305 Brandywine Street. 

“ Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen .” 

—Dr. Johnson. 

“ He's a regular interrogation point.” — Anon. 

Entered 1890 the Phi Beta Literary Society, and a member of the 3,000 
Doughnuts Club. 

Lewis Taplinger, 0 B y ’ Regular. 

400 North Eighteenth Street. 

“ Although thy breath be rude.” — Shakespeare. 

“ There is something rotten in the state of Denmark.” — Shakespeare. 
“Ay, marry, now muzzle your wisdom .”— Shakespeare. 

Entered Freshman Year; Mirror correspondent Sophomore Year ; Li¬ 
brarian Junior and Sophomore Years ; Second Honor Junior Year. 

Henry Maier Tomkins, 0 B, Classical. 

2126 Cherry Street. 

“ What a shadow I am.” — Ed. Burke. 

Entered Class in Freshman Year; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Club. 

Alexander Augustus Uhle, Classical. 

Chestnut Hill. 

11 A gentleman on whom I build an absolute trust.”— Shakespeare. 
Entered Freshman Year; member of 3,000 Doughnuts Club. 

George Washington Wallace, 0 B , Classical. 

2157 Manakin Street. 

“ As gentle as a woman.” — Sutherland. 

Entered Freshman Year. 


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Classical. 


John Wanamaker, 3 d, 0 B t 

1511 Mount Vernon Street. 

u A large head of hair makes the handsome more graceful ."— Lycurgus. 

Entered Class in Freshman Year; delegate to A. A. Freshman, Sopho¬ 
more, Junior and Senior Years; Secretary of A. A. in Fall Meeting of Senior 
Year; officer of Phi Beta Literary Society ; officer of 3,000 Doughnuts Club 
of B 2 ; member of Engagement Club. 


Alfred Westney, 0 B y Classical. 

104 South Second Street. 

“ A man like me is always a god or a devil ."— Napoleon I. 

Correspondent to the Mirror Freshman and Junior Years; elected as 
delegate to Athletic Association Sophomore, Junior and Senior Years ; in 
Sports of 1892 won the high jump ; in Fall Sports won the 100 yards dash 
Senior, the 220 yards dash Senior, taking the second prize for the high jump ; 
member of Sophomore, Junior and Senior Class Teams of his respective 
Classes, and played 3d base of the Base-ball Team of 1892; member of Glee 
Club. 

Edward Wiener, Regular. 

145 North Eighteenth Street. 

“ Our beard grows , and that alone looks fresh when all our other beauty's 

gone." 

Entered Class Freshman Year; delegate to A. A. Freshman Year; 
editor of Magnet Freshman Year ; Secretary and Treasurer of Regulars 
Sophomore Year; Class Foot-ball Team Freshman Year; School Cricket 
Eleven Sophomore, Junior and Senior Years; Class Base-ball Team Sopho¬ 
more Year ; member Banjo Club Sophomore Year; member of Badge Com¬ 
mittee (resigned) Junior Year ; member of Athletic Association Senior Year; 
characters of Captain Spruce and Whipple in the Senior Class Plays ; mem¬ 
ber of Engagement Club ; member of Sehr Bummers ; member of French 
Folly Club; member of Gambolers on the Green; Second Honors Fresh¬ 
man and Junior Years ; Treasurer of Class Senior Year. 


Holman White, Scientific. 

2018 Madison Avenue. 

“ Comparisons are odious ."— Shakespeare. 

Entered Senior Year. 




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CHESTNUT STREET OPERA HOUSE, 
Thursday, June 21 , 1894, 

10.30 o’clock A. M. 


7 o’clock p. M. 
Class Banquet. 


Class Day. 


BROAD STREET THEATRE, 
Friday, June 22, 1894, 

2 o’clock P. M. 


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Central Re, Central Ra, 
Central High School, 
Sis! Boom! Baa! 
Seniors! 







A Short and Truthful History 
of the Class of ’94. • 

BY J. EDWARD RICKERT. 


Nowhere can a better illustration of the great scientific 
and philosophic truth of evolution be found than in the 
gradual growth of High School boys from wee, ignorant 
Freshmen to austere and dignified Seniors, every one of 
whom believes he knows more than any six of his ancestors. 
It is almost impossible to grasp the fact that we, whose minds 
are now saddened and weighed down by the knowledge of 
centuries, were once care-free, marble-playing Freshmen; 
but nevertheless it is true: and it is of the processes which 
have worked this mighty change that I will endeavor to tell 
you. 

During our last year in the grammar schools the teach¬ 
ers perverted the truth, as is their custom, and frequently 
said not more than half the class would pass the examina¬ 
tion, as aforesaid examination would be something terrible. 


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Consequently we “ got a move on us” in our preparations for 
that blissful time. The Constitution of the United States 
was learnt by heart: many could say it backwards : some of 
the most industrious ones, like Fitzpatrick and Judge Fer¬ 
guson, could start in the middle and recite both ways at the 
same time. It was while preparing for the examination in 
physiology that Bill Lippert learned how to develop that 
large and beautiful cheek which has distinguished him 
throughout his whole scholastic career. 

Spring came at last; and the long-dreaded examination 
was sprung on us. It was with quaking hearts that we 
made our first entrance within the massive portals of* that 
grand and imposing edifice that has braved the storms of so 
many centuries—the Central High School. 

The first experience was not very alarming. Each one 
was given a slip of paper and told to write on it his name, 
age, whether married or single, and whether or not he had 
ever had the measles. These papers were then collected and 
thrown into the waste-basket. After this important ceremony 
had been performed, the hat was passed around, from which 
each drew a numbered ticket. These numbers decided the 
rank of those passing the examination. 

In a few days it was all over, and we were High School 
boys. Then we adjourned for the summer. 

The average Freshman is a poor sort of an animal at 
best. Of this fact, however, he is generally ignorant; 
and he never thinks of “ descanting on his own deformity.” 
His little mind is completely filled with three emotions : awe 
of the upper-classmen, fear of the professors, and the pride 
of being a High School student. The upper-classmen are 
generally unaware of his existence, except around Sports’ 
time, when they never fail to condescend to tell him to ask 


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papa for a quarter to give to the Athletic Association. And 
he seldom fails to bring the quarter. Then, on Sports’ Day, 
he is even driven off the bleaching-boards to make room for 
the Senior and the Senior’s favorite sister. He looks upon 
the profs as a race of superior beings, who never allow their 
thoughts to dwell on the gross things of earth. It takes him 
a couple of years to realize that the ambition of many of 
them does not extend beyond salary-day. His pride of 
school is unbounded. He is willing to march for hours 
behind a red and orange flag, shouting, “ Down with the 
Manuals ” or some other patriotic cry, until he is too hoarse 
for utterance, wh’ile his anxious mamma worries at home and 
wonders if Freddy will catch cold. 

If his name is mentioned in the personal columns of the 
Mirror , he thinks it will result in enduring fame, and sends 
copies to his admiring relatives. He leaves home bright 
and early, and often runs part of the way for fear he 
will be late. 

He seldom dares to break any of the rules ; if he does 
fracture a small one, he deems himself a bold, bad man. In 
short, his faults are many and his virtues few. 

Now, the Class of Ninety-four was not composed of 
“average” Freshmen; neither were we below the average. 
I will not even intimate that we were above the average, for 
that might be construed as a boast. 

We had many rushes with the more valorous of the 
Sophs, and invariably came out victorious. One of our 
“ bulwarks of destructive warfare ” was Pud Graeff. He 
has since, I am sorry to say, degenerated into a hard 
student. 

The mendacious youth who wrote the history of the 
preceding graduating class had the nerve to say that his class 


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tyrannized over ours. I take this opportunity to refute that 
base prevarication. The Sophs, with the exception of the few 
bold spirits who didn’t mind being licked, always “ took to 
the woods ” when they heard the war-cry of our clans. 

The inter-class rushes afforded much excitement, both 
to those who rushed and to those whose warlike spirits were 
satisfied to stand by and yell. Two or three of the boys 
would gather themselves together and give the class yell. 
Two or three of the other class would do the same. Two 
opposing crowds would soon collect. Then they would 
stand and yell at each other until they had screwed their 
courage up, then come together with a crash. If, in the 
battle that followed, any youth happened to lose a button or 
tear a portion of his garments, he was deemed a hero for the 
rest of the day. After it was all over, and the ringleaders 
had dispersed, some zealous prof would swoop down and 
bear Bowen, or some other unoffending innocent, off in 
triumph. 

In the fall of’91 the High School Sports were somewhat 
impeded by the noise and disorderly conduct of a large crowd 
of Manuals. For this we determined to have our revenge. 
A week or two later the Manuals held their Sports at the 
same place, the athletic grounds belonging to the ’Varsity. 
That afternoon we marched out there in battle array, three 
or four hundred strong. The Freshmen formed the largest 
and certainly the noisest part of this crowd. On the way 
we stopped at a store and supplied ourselves with tin horns, 
for which Taplinger and several others, in their eagerness for 
the fray, forgot to render the quid pro quo. 

What we did when we got there is a matter of history. 
Suffice it to say that some M. T. S. boys borrowed linen 
dusters to keep the weather off them till they could get home. 


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During the rush Kid Brearly got his hair mussed, and forgot 
to comb it for at least three months. This was the only 
serious casualty that happened to our forces. 

The most enjoyable hours of our Freshman days were 
those some ancient faculty wit had labeled, “ study hours.” 
The more industrious were wont to improve their minds 
during these “ study hours ” by the perusal of five-cent 
magazines; others went to sleep ; Jack Wanamaker wrote 
letters to his girl on a slate, which he afterwards took home 
and transcribed on his.little typewriter; others again, like 
Trevor Custis and South wick, perfected themselves in the 
intricacies of that great national game, the name of which I 
forget, but which is played with casino-cards; Jack Dotterer 
curled his hair ; Charles Wesley Burns composed a prayer 
for his next revival meeting; Alfy Hurlburt calculated how 
to make a No. 18 corset fit a N'o. 36 waist; Joe Randall 
devised plans for beating conductors on the Germantown 
Branch out of a fare ; Montanye and Ches. Stuart exchanged 
their experiences in chicken-raising and the culture of 
potato-bugs; and the only thing approaching study was 
done by Carl Martin, who practised the dialects the servant 
girl taught him. 

It did not take us long to become initiated into all the 
ways and mannerisms of the school. We soon began to 
talk learnedly of “ ducks ” and “ ponies ” and “ sports ; ” and 
some even mentioned “ girls,” though these were in the 
minority. 

Our awe of the profs grew less and less, as we 
found what common clay they were made of, after all. We 
often called them by their first names, though generally as a 
matter of reference. The blank-books bought for lecture 
notes generally remained blank, although once in a while a 


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boy would forget himself and take a note. Most of these, 
however, were missives taken from Professor Johnson to the 
powers that be at home. Many a youngster was caressed 
by the parental foot-gear in consequence of these notes. 

In physical appearance we were fully up to the average. 
Most of us had hidden our shapely limbs from the gaze of 
a cold and cruel world; though some still wore knicker¬ 
bockers, and .Dickey Lochner sported a bib. 

After January and February and several other months 
had come and gone, June, the month of roses and examina¬ 
tions, arrived; and most of us passed through that fiery ordeal 
and entered the pearly gates of the Sophomore Class. (I 
borrowed this metaphor from a pocket-bible that Roy Stall 
brought to school one day in mistake for his Greek inter¬ 
linear. How he came to get hold of the bible, I do not 
know; the interlinear was bought at Wanamaker’s for a dol¬ 
lar and ten cents.) 

The literal translation of the word “ sophomore ” is, 
“a wise fool.” This did not apply to us ; for we were in no 
wise fools, with the exception of those who afterwards took 
Dutch when they could have taken “ Franchand they 
owned up to it. But I anticipate. 

We spent many pleasant hours in The Reverend Doctor 
Bartine’s room, hours of pleasant exercise and quiet slumber. 
Chalk battles were very frequent; and Jock Redman became 
so proficient in this sort of thing that he could send 
a piece of calcerous formation into some sleeper’s wide- 
open mouth at a distance of twenty feet. The chalk never 
flew so rapidly when we were sent to the board. 

Guy Reber, who was one of the original Molly Maguires, 
and Bobby Seymour, the punster, were new accessions to our 
ranks ; and rank enough they were, too. We were never the 


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same happy and light-hearted class after they joined us. No 
one knew at what moment he would be the victim of some 
heart-breaking pun, or be compelled to listen to “ how we did 
it in Shenandoah.” 

Declamations commenced this year, our instructor in 
this manly art being Professor George Cliff, whose fatherly 
affection is now bestowed on the Girls’ Normal School. He 
was a bashful and retiring man, and how he ever found the 
courage to take charge of that assembly of beauty and brains, 
I don’t know. To be sure, several of us kindly offered our 
assistance when we heard he had been given the appoint¬ 
ment ; and this probably gave him courage for the attempt. 
It was he who taught us that grace and poetry of motion 
which you have probably noticed in some of our speakers. 

Some of the declamations were noticeably good. Wilbur 
Morse recited, " Under the Shamrock” in a way that plainly 
showed his ancestry, and we all wept tears of joy when he 
got through. McLaughlin thrilled us with a ghastly tale, in 
which the villain declares that “ I am thy father’s uncle, child; 
thy sister was my brother,” or something to that effect. 
Sammy Steer made a pathetic speech in behalf of the poor, 
persecuted Indian : once roaming through all these broad 
lands, now found only in front of cigar stores—once glorying 
in the scalp of the pale-face, now skinned by the white man 
on every possible occasion. 

It was a favorite custom to cut the lecture-hours and go 
down to the Academy of Fine Arts. By a happy coinci¬ 
dence, the hours cut always happened to come on one of the 
free days at the Academy. These expeditions developed 
our sense of the artistic to a remarkable degree. Roy Stall 
became quite a critic, and would often remark, while passing 
some fresh-colored maiden on the street, “ Now, there goes 


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a work of art.” Joe. Randall enjoyed the pictures, but 
sometimes looked the other way while passing a statue. 
This modesty of his wore off in time, however; and now he 
frequently complains of a tired feeling in the right arm 
after a trip to Germantown. 

The class foot-ball team was fairly successful, holding 
second place at the end of the season, and being deprived of 
first place only by the fact that the other team was stronger. 
In the Fall Sports Pud Graefif won the four-forty; and 
Carl Summerbell’s curls, “of the color that Titian loved 
to paint,” won much attention from the fair sex. 

For the greater part of the year Charles Wesley Burns 
was addicted to the wearing of a white, ministerial-looking 
neck-tie. That is to say, it was white at the beginning of 
the month. As time passed, it would accumulate much 
gloom, so that false hopes would arise in our breasts that he 
had invested a quarter in a tie that wasn’t white. But we 
would soon find that we were wofully deceived: some fine 
morning it would float into view, washed, ironed, and white 
as driven snow. Public opinion seemed to have no effect on 
him; but at last the tie wore out, and then he purchased 
another variety. 

“ Billy Greene, that good old man ” and professor of 
chemistry, left us a.bout the close of the first term to go into 
business with his pa. He was a good fellow, knew many 
good stories and never called a spade a club. He had a 
Mephistophelean cast of countenance, and would, sometimes 
shock some of the real good boys by saying, “ darn,” or 
“ gosh-hang-it,” or something to that effect; but he was not 
nearly so wicked as he appeared to be. 

Carl Martin participated in the Senior Class entertain¬ 
ment, taking the part of an idiotic dude. He always does 


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these parts exceedingly well: it comes natural to him. One 
maiden was heard to remark, “ I do not like dudes, but if 
they are all as nice as Mr. Martin, I will change my mind.” 
That was where she had the advantage of him: he didn’t 
have enough to change. 

Several of the boys made quite a reputation as Mirror 
correspondents. Taplinger was one of these. He was never 
reproved for being remiss in his duty: on the contrary, he 
was often given high praise for his efforts. Once the editor 
even went so far as to say, “ We admire the manner in which 
Taplinger sends in so many jokes about himself.” 

When we said good-bye to the Sophomore year, we also 
tearfully said adieu to that delightful and soul-elevating study, 
Algebra. Never more would we hear this touching little 
dialogue in room ten : “ Professor, I can’t do this example.” 

“ Well, do it two or three times, and then you’ll know how.” 
All hearts were wrung by the parting from Caesar and the 
Gauls. That is, all but Hensel’s. He never parted with any of 
his gall. 

In the Junior year we made vast strides in the way of self¬ 
culture and improvement. How could we help it ? For in 
this year the glories of Mental Economy were unfolded 
before our wondering eyes ; in this year we were privileged 
to read a paper representing the high-water mark of journal¬ 
ism, Bill Ukers’ Mirror; in this year the Phi Beta Literary 
Society was formed. Verily, it must have been an ignoble 
soul indeed that would not respond to these endeavors for 
its advancement. 

The Mental Economy sessions were very interesting. 
The exercises would generally be opened with the singing 
of, “ Tell Me the Old, Old Story; ” whereupon we would 
be favored with several primeval tales. At the close of these 


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worm-eaten yarns, neither laugh nor smile would disfigure 
our faces; but various solemn countenances would open in 
various parts of the room, and say, “J-o-k, joke.” Deep 
silence. “ Seymour, you’re talking; leave the room immedi¬ 
ately ! Now, as I said in my last lecture, it would be possible 
to grow bananas in this country by planting square miles of 
tree-boxes around them ; but, by division of labor, they can 
be grown much cheaper in Greenland and—naow, be care-ful 
there; be ver-ry careful—Did you shake the floor? Did 
you ? Did you ? (Everybody lies.) Now I know my 
friend Reber wouldn’t do it. (Hypocritical grin from Reber.) 
All the boys on the last two rows who have a blue mark 
opposite their names may report to the President! Now, as 
I was saying—but this reminds me of the story of the old 
woman and her cow. Did I ever tell it to you before ? (Every¬ 
body lies.) Once there was an old woman—(Here the bell 
rings.) My! My! how time does fly. The next time you 
come, I will lecture on the next forty pages.” 

The Phi Beta Literary Society was organized for the bene¬ 
fit of Bill Lippert, who was sadly in need of it. Like most other 
organizations of its kind, it had a period of waxing and then 
a period of waning. It waned with much greater facility 
than it waxed. Owing to the mental activity of some of the 
members, who thought so loudly that they disturbed the 
neighbors, and to the physical activity of others, who played 
foot-ball with the furniture, the society was compelled by the 
indignant hall-owners to seek new quarters -after almost 
evey meeting. One of the most interesting meetings held 
was called to order in close proximity to a pool-room. 
’Twas at this time that Ed. Wiener acquired that fondness 
for shoving a cue that is rapidly leading him down the broad 
and narrow way that leadeth to destruction. Give it up, 


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Eddie! Give it up ! It was at this same meeting, I think, 
that Taplinger gave a reading so highly appreciated by us 
that we started the applause when he was half-way through 
and kept at it till he sat down. 

He was not the only one to distinguish himself as an 
orator. Futcher, the quondam proprietor of a suburban 
goat-ranch, declaimed extracts from “ King Lear ” on the 
lecture-room platform in a way that would turn a Methodist 
minister green with envy. At the Phi Beta entertainment he 
wrestled with “ Hamlet,” and even the lights had to go out 
to recover themselves. At the close of the Junior year, 
Futch left us to become a Delaware school-teacher, but after¬ 
wards decided in favor of the lesser of two evils, and entered 
the ministry. Thus do the wicked creep into high places. 

Mr. Schnabel made his little bow to the classical section 
this year. The classical section formed the habit of hasten¬ 
ing to his room and allowing the wind to close and lock the 
door before he could arrive. In a few minutes there would 
be three raps on the door, such as the milkman makes on the 
back gate. Every one is very intent on his lesson; no one 
hears the raps. They are repeated at various intervals ; and 
finally some kind-hearted youth opens the door. “ Who 
locked that door ?” The dead silence of innocence ensues. 
“Who locked that door?” Still deader silence. “Very 
well. I shall see the President about it.” He goes down to 
the President, and tells us when he comes back that he will 
detain us until six o’clock. Some one passes a note around 
the class, reading, “ Make a break for the door, fellows, as 
soon as the bell rings.” The bell rings, we rush for the door, 
and go on our homeward way rejoicing. 

Ninety-four made a good appearance in the grand com¬ 
bination, three-school, bury-the-hatchet parade. We all started 


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out afoot, but everybody got hoarse before they reached 
home again, excepting Charles Wesley Burns, whose choir- 
practice had accustomed him to yelling. The parade was 
a great success, largely owing to the Manual Training 
School. 

As a certain Manual historian has said, “We shouted 
for their new high school; and now they are going to get it, 
while we get left.” This is too bad, of course; but maybe 
the Board will let the Manuals have our old school when 
we have no further use for it. 

In the spring-time, when the dickey-birds came, Bobby 
Seymour left us for New England, his first love, taking with 
him his large catalogue of fire-proof puns and the class 
secretary’s book. Before he left town he gave a farewell 
dinner, during which George Walker was caught in the act 
of placing three biscuits in his pocket. And George is a 
minister’s son, too. After the feed, we adjourned to the 
parlor and sang college and other songs to as many different 
tunes as there were singers. The first car that we entered 
on our journey homeward was empty. It was decided not 
to waste our sweetness on the desert air, so we passed on to 
the next car. Jack Wanamaker started a solo. We begged 
him to desist; but it was of no avail, and in a few minutes 
there was no one in that car besides ourselves. 

The June examination passed just as all examinations 
do. The same one per cent, was caught “ ponying; ” the 
same ninety-nine per cent. “ pohyed ” their way through 
without being caught. There were the same joyful surprises 
and surprises of another sort on the day the results were 
announced—and then the most of us were Seniors. 

The Senior is an important personage, both in his own 
estimation and in that of few others. He lords it over the 


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lower classes; even the profs treat him with due deference, 
hoping to be invited to the graduating banquet. 

In the fall Sports Suplee lowered the Junior hundred 
record to eleven and one-half seconds, where it will probably 
remain for some time. Roy Stall also distinguished himself 
as Clerk of Course, by wearing a yachting-cap. Just why a 
fellow whose yachting experience was limited to Camden 
ferry-boats, and who spent his summer trying to convince 
the benighted populace of Harrisburg that they could not 
be saved unless they subscribed for the religious paper he 
represented, should wish to make us believe that he had been 
on a tour in a floating champagne-factory, I don’t know. I 
only know that these are the facts of the case. 

After the track and field events were finished, a game of 
foot-ball was played between the High School and the 
Manual Training School teams. They had the advantage of 
weight; but our men, thanks to the captaining of Joe. Ran¬ 
dall, were their superiors in team work, and won the game. 

Our Mirror was very successful, chiefly owing to the 
financial encouragement received from the Normal and High 
School girls. The only month in which the paper was not finan¬ 
cially profitable to the class was the one in which Business 
Manager Merrill bought his new overcoat. The Mirror news¬ 
boys had several interesting experiences while dischargingtheir 
duties. Sammy Steer was skinned out of a nickel by one fair 
damsel, who bought on credit; and the poor boy was obliged 
to go without lunch that day. Sam had the best corner on Sev¬ 
enteenth street, but always claimed it was his youth and 
beauty which brought him so many customers. Roy Stall 
one day forgot to raise his hat to a buyer, whereupon the 
wind raised it for him ; and then began a wild race down 
Green street. The hat had a good start, and kept in the lead 


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for nearly a block, scorning the efforts that several groups of 
girls made to stop it. It was the least bit battered when 
captured; accordingly its owner took it home, jumped on it 
a few times, and then told his father his hat was worn out 
and he must have a new one. 

Some one thought it would be advisable to call on Mr. 
Fetter and ask permission to place some Mirrors in the 
hands of the janitor for sale. A committee of three under¬ 
took this delicate task. Mr. Fetter, with that courtesy and 
urbanity for which he is noted, said that he was not paid to 
talk to book-agents, and made several other impertinent 
remarks. The committee kept its temper, however, made a 
dignified exit, raised twelve cents and hired an organ-grinder 
to play Sunday-school hymns under Mr. Fetter’s window. 
Then, believing that it had faithfully'done its duty, it departed. 

Several successful entertainments were given at the New 
Century Drawing Rooms. In the first one Carl Martin and 
Wilbur Morse made the biggest “ hitsand Gus. Sickles, 
our celebrated bandmaster, was the focus of at least one pair 
of eyes. This pair of eyes belonged to the one who accom¬ 
panies him on his Sunday afternoon promenades. It is a 
treat to watch him on these occasions. When he is half a 
square distant, you can see a slight smile on his face as he 
spys you. This smile grows wider and wider as he 
approaches, until he is within bowing distance, by which time 
the face has disappeared and all that you can see is the smile. 

At this same entertainment (the one at the Drawing 
Rooms, I mean) Burns and Stall made very creditable supes, 
everyone admiring the graceful manner in which they hustled 
chairs. 

This year we made our first ascensions into the obser¬ 
vatory. The view from this place is magnificent, embracing 

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both the Girls’ High School and the Girls’ Normal School. 
Lucky view! How few of us have the privilege of embrac¬ 
ing even a small portion of those schools. 

About Christmas-time, Barney Maurice was the happy 
recipient of a “ great American huckleberry,” the gift of the 
La Poudre Aux Yeux Club. Macfadden, the great French 
scholar, made a happy speech in which he said that “ They 
usually grow much larger than this; but this year the hard 
times checked their growth.” The huckleberry was large 
and round and yellow, much resembling a pumpkin ; but 
this was probably merely an accidental resemblance. 

Several Senior Societies were formed, among which were 
the Three Thousand Doughnuts Dramatic Club and the 
Sehr Bummers. The Doughnuts, a “ classical ” club, gave 
amateur theatricals in the basement at recess, and received 
much applause and many bouquets of the banana and 
orange-skin order, with now and then a stray overshoe. 
The Bummers were a “ regular ” organization whose object 
was to scrap with the Doughnuts. Jack Cutler and Judge 
Ferguson were the war-chiefs of the Bummers, the former 
being selected on account of his fierce and bloodthirsty ex¬ 
pression, and the latter for the length of his locks. The 
fights between the two crowds were numerous and hard, and 
were finally abandoned because of the great increase in 
laundry-bills which they caused. 

The Doughnuts made an excursion to an uptown 
theatre to see a well-known actor in the role of Shylock , 
their patron saint. The manager offered the use of a box ; 
but Ches. Stuart was too bashful to subject himself to the 
gaze of the multitude, and so we contented ourselves with 
thirty-cent reserved seats. We did this because the gallery 
was full. Roy Stall came in late, because, being dead-broke, 


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he had been compelled to stop at his father’s office and ask 
for thirty cents for the foreign-mission fund. Toby Reber 
created quite a flutter among some near-by maidens by 
remarking that he saw a mouse; and soon afterwards an 
usher threatened to put him out for echoing a stage-kiss. A 
little thing like this didn’t phase him one bit, however. 
The performance was voted a success, although several 
seemed to think they could do it better themselves. 

The day of the Christmas Entertainment was a memor¬ 
able one in the history of both the class and the school; for 
on that day Henry Clark Johnson bade us good-bye. He 
had been President of the school for five years; and he had 
won from us an unbounded regard, both by reason of the 
kindly relations he maintained with us and the instruction 
he afforded us. His was one of those rare natures combining 
the generally opposed qualities of a good teacher and a 
“ good fellow.” It is not needful for me to say now that 
the parting was a sorrowful one: that was plainly evident to 
everyone then present. 

Of that which came immediately after him, the less said 
the better. 

Everyone was glad when the new President was chosen. 
May he do as well by those who follow as his predecessor 
did by us ! 

The last few months of the Senior year were busy months 
indeed. There was so much to be done and so little time in 
which to do it. Even Unzie Levette ceased to wear that my- 
home-is-in-Heaven-and-I-don’t-hustle-here expression, and 
was actually known to be in a hurry on one or two occasions. 
The final examination came so soon it seemed to catch us 
unawares, and to take advantage of that fact; but out of the 
struggle we emerged triumphant. 


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Class-day comes, and Commencement, and then—the 
parting. 

What the great school of Life may have in store for us, 
we do not know. The paths of some may be smooth and 
pleasant; others may perforce tread those ways which are 
rough and hurtful to the feet. But may no separation, either 
of distance or of fortune, ever break that fraternal tie which 
binds together the members of the Class of Ninety-four! 



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BY WILBUR MORSE. 


Poeta nascitur—non fit. 

That’s Latin, I believe, as she used to be writ. 

The old codger who wrote it, in English would say. 
That a poet’s not made but is built that way. 

It’s as true as the gospel every time 
That it takes a born poet to make a good rhyme, 
And that I am not one of that fortdhate few 
You can judge for yourself, before I get through. 

No tale will this be of Roman, or Greek, 

Nor other old fossil whose name is antique, 

But in very few words, and I’ll try not to bore, 

You shall hear of the glorious, brave Ninety-four. 
Four winters ago, in the fall of the year, 

We began as a class our High School career. 

As knee-breeched Freshmen we started our course 
Filled with youthful vigor and youthful force. 

I should like to tell you a little about 

That band of youngsters just striking out, 

But some of these dignified young men here 
Have changed so much, they’d object, I fear. 




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There was one little fellow with golden hair 
Who still, it was said, was in nurse’s care, 

But mark the development as shown here 
In the jovial camera-fiend, Sammie Steer. 

What a change can be wrought in but four short years ! 
What a difference is made in many careers ! 

How many a youth in that very brief space 

Has gone the wrong road and has fallen from grace! 

Ye sisters, whose fond hearts go out for your brothers ; 
Ye fair ones, who love the young brothers of others ; 

Ye fathers and mothers who have boys a growin’, 

Let them tread not the path of our once saintly Bowen. 

We were all pretty small in our Freshman year, 

Much the size of our little kid Brearley here. 

But our hearts were bold, so we did not flee 
From the terrible rushes with Ninety-thiee. 
Mathematics were taught us by venerable “ Pop,” 
Whose cowardly hairs had deserted his top. 

The thundering Zeus with his godly horde, 

Made only a whisper to “ Pop’s ” “ Go to the board! ” 

Our youthful minds were filled with glee 
To hear Houston talk of C. C. C. 

How this was the cause of everything strange 
’Pon the fiery volcanic mountain range. 

He explained to us how it could clearly be 
So many things happened from C. C. C. 

But if when he dies below he is thrust 

There will be no “ Contraction of his Cooling Crust.” 

In our own estimation we great were and more 
When we donned the fierce garb of bold Sophomore, 
And looked down with a high and lofty mien 
’Pon the innocent Fresh—so young and green. 

No more were we bothered with C. C. C., 

But we entered the realms of geometry, 

And with “ Zeph ” as our leader we faltered not, 

But vanquished the problems of old Aristot. 


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Sam Berger was heard far up in the stars, 

When he thundered forth : “ ’Tis all a farce, 

And if my Greek you do not know 

You’ll not ‘ gradgiate.’ ” Nin ! Nin !! Nin !! ! No !! !! 

It was just at this time that there left the school 
One whose head, though quite fiery, was still very cool. 
Guess you’ve heard how one night as late we did roam 
We found him, and soon “ We Were Carrying Billy Home.” 

In our Junior year once more did we flock 
To the lofty abode of old “ Pop ” Shock. 

His nose was redder, his head more bald, 

Than when as Freshmen to him we were called. 

But the angelic voice still rolled through the halls 
With a noise like Hudson’s ten-pin balls, 

And old Rip himself heard not such spunds 
As burst from Pop’s lungs with mighty bounds. 

Natural Philosophy this term we learned 
From one who by kindness our love has earned, 

Our helper in studies, in sorrows and joys, 

We shall ne’er forget Houston, the friend of the boys. 

But the one on whom most our love (?) did lean 
Was “ Fisherman ” Frederick F. Christine, 

The “Great I Am ” of the list on the roster, 

Ego Wayland Stale-Joke Christine Foster. 

Ne’er did young fellows feel half so grand, 

Or half so important and fit to command, 

As did we when in our scholastic career 
We entered our last, our Senior Year. 

As we looked at the Freshmen just coming in 

We gazed with contempt—could it ever have been 

That we were so young, so child-like and small 

When we first answered, “Here!” to “Henny’s’’..roll-call? 

Teddy Rickert, for instance, with uplifted head, 

Walked about like a peacock, and some one has said, 

That the glasses which soon his face did adorn, 

Were not ordered by doctor, but for style were worn. 


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Be this as it may, there’s one thing true, 

That two days after Roy Stall had them too, 

And the reason he wore them could not be more plain, 
They made him appear to have some little brain. 

The class quite dramatic became this year, 

Heads turned, I suppose, from reading Shakespeare. 

So several young gentlemen thought they would see 
What wonderful actors they could be. 

Martin made quite a hit with his one eye-glass, 

And captured the heart of each fair young lass— 

Who also had eyes for the golden tresses, 

The paint and the powder and Ferguson’s dresses. 

As Christmas approaches the season draws near, 

The happiest to us of all the glad year. 

For at that time the books, the pencil and pen, 

Are all laid aside with a joyful ‘ Amen.’ 

And the school-room and studies are quite forgot 
In the thoughts of the turkey, and plum-pudding hot, 
Which each of our number, I venture to say, 

Can well do his share in putting away. 

But the Holidays this year, when they came around, 

From the High School youth no welcome found; 

For they witnessed the flow of the parting tear, 

And the loss of a friend and teacher dear. 

Honored, admired, loved, and respected 
By us who in school with him were connected, 

Every Son of the Crimson and Gold will say 
“ Long live our late President, Henry Clark J.! ” 

At our Sports, did you ever take note of the men 
Who first crossed the tape, again and again ? 

Or if at our foot-ball matches you’ve been, 

Did you mark the brave youths who advanced the pig-skin 
Or the base-ball players who drew from the crowd 
Hearty cheer after cheer, both long and loud ? 

If you did, on each breast you must confess 
Were the symbols of Ninety-four, C. H. S. 


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But now we have finished; our course is run, 

Four years have passed since we first begun; 

Though at times with the Profs, we were forced to fuss, 
We humbly forgave them as they forgave us. 

We will miss the light lunches of good apple pie, 

And the many short naps taken quick on the sly, 

While Mr. Ben. Lacy by logic does strive 
To prove he’s the greatest philosopher alive. 

No more will we place the sharp pin and the tacks - 
On the chair about to be sat on by Max, 

Who, with Barnie Maurice, has taught us to say, 

“ Spree hen sie Deuisch?" “ Parlez-vous Frangais ?' ’ 

O, Chrissey, poor Chrissey, what now will you do ? 

For never, thank goodness, will we more come to you ; 

No more can you revel in fiendish glee 
As you mark us the cipher in psychology. 

No more will we soar, with Homer sublime, 

To Olympian heights in Ancient Greek rhyme, 

Nor visit with heroes and Achaian ladies 
The realms of Pluto—the eternal Hades. 

Banished Cataline now may rest ift peace, 

From calling him names we’ve obtained our release, 

And Virgil’s song will have to be sung 
By others who read in the old Roman tongue. 

The time has now come when as classmates we part, 

May it only be bodily, never in heart, 

For united are we by a bond, nothing less 
Than the love which we bear for the old C. H. S. 

Farewell, Alma Mater! dear mother, farewell! 

Thy old school bell is tolling the last parting knell; 

And as faint grow the sounds from that time-honored bell, 
Once again hear our voices, “ Alqia Mater, farewell!” 


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JOHN WILKINS GRAYHURST. 


The shadows of an evening in June, 1914, were slowly 
drawing round. I found myself idly wandering before a 
massive and imposing structure of white marble, over the 
entrance of which was inscribed, “ Philadelphia College.” 
I was afraid to enter this edifice ; for I still held the memory 
of many experiences in a building of a similar nature. But 
how changed, indeed, was its appearance! At length, I 
lazily mounted the mighty steps of polished marble, and, 
dropping upon the door-step, I became occupied by a train 
of reveries of that joyous band of angelic members of ’94 
which flashed across my mind in rapid succession. While 
gazing steadily down the steps before me, upon the broad 
expanse of campus beneath, my eyes became fascinated by 
the fantastic and changeful shadows below. Suddenly a 


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dark, weird shadow flashed upon the scene. This was fol¬ 
lowed by a mysterious clamor of small voices, and instantly 
little Comus, with his record book of his reveling pastimes 
and his tiny wand, tripped mirthfully before me, closely 
followed by his troupe of festive little gods. These quietly 
arranged themselves on the lower steps before me and cast 
eager eyes at their little leader. Now they raised the cry, 
“ Give us a good time, Comie. Show us something funny.” 

Instantly a bright shadow of white light flashed on the 
scene, illuminating a space in the dark vision. 

“ Little goddies,” began Comus, “ you will now see 
scenes from ‘ The Careers of a Curious Band of the Human 
Species.’ These worthy individuals graduated from this 
institution of learning many years ago, and with my revel¬ 
ing tendencies, I have controlled them through their varied 
lives. Now, strange to tell, they are still walking this 
earth.” 

During school life I had seen some such specimens, but 
I expected never to see again anything similar. However, I 
was prepared for the worst, and was determined to take it 
all in. 

Little Comus gave one twirl of his godly foot, one 
flourish of his little wand, and a vision flashed upon the 
illumined space. 

“ This,” began Comus, “ is the daily homeward march 
of the Salvation Army—a mob to aid in the cruelty to music. 
See the musical countenance of the mighty leader. That is 
Bandmaster Gustavus Sickles, ‘ The Hero of the Fiddle- 
Strings,’ ‘ Royal Fob Bearer,’ ‘ The Easter Egg,’ etc. He 
had always yearned to give the public the benefit of his 
musical genius, so now he marches at the head of this band, 
as master of the situation, flow triumphantly he flourishes 


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his fiddle-bow in mid-air, as some one drops a cent in the 
little tin box which he carries! Observe that glittering mass 
hanging from his vest pocket in brilliant prominence. That 
is his faithful fob, which has done him service for nearly 
twenty years. How proudly he glances at it from time to 
time ! The diminutive Brearly, vainly striving to keep pace 
with his leader’s monstrous strides, is marching by his side, 
carefully carrying a little dishcloth whereon to rest this 
sacred gem of the mighty Gustavus. Little ‘ Pete ’ still 
clings to his same mischievous grin, and as he marches 
along, piping out the number of some hymn in his tiny, shrill 
voice, he occasionally gives a sly wink at some passing nurse 
girl, to show he still retains his pristine mischief. See the 
pious crowd that follow. That fellow flourishing the tin 
cornet is Langshaw. For many years he has traveled among 
the farms, amusing the farmers’ daughters by trying to explain 
his own jokes, but now he has joined the Sickelites, and is 
playing for glory. Following are Byrom and Merz, their 
classical countenances almost hidden in their glaring uni¬ 
forms, sweetly humming Greek music. Evidently they 
think that such language will strengthen their cause, and 
bring them nearer their heavenly goal, but the distance yet 
is great. Observe the little beauties bringing up the rear. 
They are Brethren ‘ A 1 ? Buckley and Howard Roberts, 
excitedly beating cymbals to obtain a few Latin tunes, which 
they are endeavoring to translate as they journey on. The 
pious ‘ A 1 ’ once posed as an actress, with a real wing and 
dress on, but having been fired he can now withstand the 
volley of tin cans which are being hurled at the army. But 
Howard is shaking lest he will be called upon to sing a solo.” 

The army passed on. Comus’ foot gave another jerk, 
and a second vision appeared. “ This is the first floor of a 


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five-storied cellar of a one-story building,” said Comus, 
“ used as the Chemical Laboratory of the ‘ Dead-sure 
Experimenting Company.’ You see ‘Jack’ Cutler’s beam¬ 
ing countenance reflected on the bottom of a small whisky 
flask, as he gazes anxiously into its narrow neck. Beside him, 
on the stone floor, sits Christopher, industriously separating 
in minute particles the cork of this whisky flask and gazing 
vainly among its molecules. After many years’ labor in try¬ 
ing to find a cheap way of making whisky, they have pro¬ 
duced one drop which has somehow gone astray, and now, 
they are striving to find it to see who shall have first taste. 
‘ To be sure,’ says Jack,’ after such a close study of 
chemistry, we ought to be able to find a drink somewhere.’ 
But watch ‘ Billy ’ Dillan, excitedly searching through the 
stock of chemicals to find something to keep his hair in 
curl, while over in a corner, Sam. Steer, the King of Photo¬ 
graphy, who never thought himself quite cute enough for this 
world, is studing the camera to get a pretty picture of him¬ 
self. Now, above the din of the thinking chemists, the voice 
of Roeske, the genius of the laboratory is heard, as he keeps 
up a continual blast of commands and instructions. He 
appears to be running the company, but they do not seem 
to be disturbed by such flows of language, and they even 
set the clock by his regular spasms of oratory. Now, he 
has lost his wind, his voice is dying in the distance, the 
chemists are still searching and the laboratory flashes from 
view.” 

Comus takes a little rest, gives a few puffs on a ciga¬ 
rette, followed by his usual signal, and another vision appears. 
“ We now see an innocent and dear little boy plodding 
through the green fields, plucking daisies as he trips along,” 
said Comus. “This is our old friend, J. Herbie Bowen, 


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Esquire, of the ‘ Roxborough Farm.’ He is hurrying to 
Sunday-school with his little diary to show his Sunday-school 
teacher the weekly account of his little chickens and canary 
bird. He is a good boy and is closely following the ‘ steep 
and thorny path.’ But behold,” continued Comus, “ the 
terrible change in the second vision of his life. See the 
mighty Herbert amidst a group of reputed sports of the 
Roxborough Boxing Club, of which he is the President. A 
set to is now in progress, and Bowen, in pugilistic attire, is 
actively wielding his mighty ‘ right ’ in the direction of his 
opponent’s face. Suddenly a commotion is heard. The 
police are raiding the den, and while they search for the 
principals, the well-known cry of ‘ Bowen did it ’ is raised 
by the multitude. He is seized and conveyed to police head¬ 
quarters. We can only hope for his quick release and speedy 
reform.” 

This gentleman had been very intimate with the gods 
in his youth, so the audience were deeply moved by this sad 
change in his pious and pure life. 

When the godly audience could recover from the effects 
of Bowen’s ruined life, Comus, after pausing a few minutes 
for wind, flashed another vision on the illumined space. 

“This,” said Comus, “is a dingy little pool-room in a 
down-town alley. See that curious little figure, perched 
upon a lofty seat at the end of the room. That is the pro¬ 
prietor, Dick Lochner, the famous pool sharp. He is now 
committing Shakespearian verse. That grip hanging by his 
side is to carry the volumes. See the Shakespearian quota¬ 
tions sprinkled over the bare walls: ‘ He who steals these 
pool tables steals trash, but he who steals a game steals that 
which saves him five cents‘ Find the chalk in the cut-glass 
bowl;’ ‘Four players will use the same cue.’ The room 


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contains three tables—one pool table, a free-lunch table and 
a tiddledy-winks table, but little Dick is making a fortune. 
There is Johnnie Dotterer. After roaming through the world 
with many curious and brilliant markings on his shirt front, 
he has secured, by special favor, the position of ‘ marker.’ 
The mighty Donoghue is a steady guest at this resort, and is 
defiantly shouting pool challenges to all comers in his fluent 
Latin tongue. May fortune favor him! Now the scholarly 
countenances of Graeff and Bernheimer appear as they, arm 
in arm, make their daily visit. See them madly rush for the 
tiddledy-winks’ table. It has been a life-work of scientific 
research for these scholars to manage this and the lunch 
table. But they are progressing, and thus we leave them 
and their companions.” 

The little lecturer, now sent off one of the foremost of 
the audience with a tin can with a cover on it, and after 
refreshing himself with its. contents, he twirled his minute 
foot and proceeded with another scene. 

“ This,” said he, “ is a scene on one of the city’s princi¬ 
pal streets. Behold John Fitzpatrick and Roy Stall, clad in 
red shirts standing in a long trench, digging deep below the 
cobble-stones. See how manfully they wield those mighty 
picks. Stall is digging the trench wider to accommodate his 
feet. Little Starkey’s head, too, is peeping out at the farther 
end of the trench. They claim that they are geological 
enthusiasts and are now searching to discover how many 
minerals the earth contains. But now the twelve o’clock 
whistle is sounded and these three enthusiasts rush for little 
tin cans arranged on a door-step. Their true vocation is, now, 
not doubted.” 

The next scene that arose, showed a dilapidated build¬ 
ing, on the door of which was inscribed, “ Society for the 


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Culture and Development of Foot-ball Curls.” In the large 
show-window, Levett and Frescoln, of classical fame, were 
prettily and gracefully posing before the public, as specimens 
of the society’s good work. Maurer was standing in the 
door-way shouting the praises of the society and the speci¬ 
mens. It seemed to be the chance of his life to display his 
eloquence. Now Alan Corson, holding the office of “ keeper 
of the curls,” advanced with a huge curry-comb; to groom 
and curl the glittering locks of the posing beauties. An 
immense crowd gathered to witness the spectacle, and pleased 
the trio on exhibtion by their many expressions of praise and 
approval. 

This vision faded away, and another flashing up, 
Comus began : “ We now recognize the mighty voice of 

Charles Wesley Burns, the gay traveling agent. See him in 
his shirt sleeves (a dirty shirt at that) perched upon a high 
stand in the middle of one of the main streets of a country 
town. He is talking at a horrible rate—a true orator. See 
Swift and Mullison by his side. He has just taken them from 
the variety stage, and now carries them with him to amuse 
the children and to raise a crowd. Watch the hideous antics 
they pass through. No one would imagine such studious 
countenances capable of such contortions. Supplee, after 
running ten miles in two years to break a record, and get a 
pack of cigarettes, is now the general advance agent of the 
eloquent Wesley, and moves among the audience to see how 
much they are worth. Now comes the spasmodic blast of 
oratory from the agent. ‘ Ladies and Pretty Girls/ he 
rapidly begins, “ here is the only tonic for the voice—now is 
the time to cultivate a pretty voice—no more chewing-gum 
—no more sewing-guild meetings—no more receptions and 
teas—these are primitive producers of good voices. Note 


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my pretty voice; why ever since I said my little pieces at 
school I have been proud of it. Now isn’t it pretty. Use 
‘ Galline ’ to produce nerve. At the mention of ‘ nerve’ two 
small gentleman, Hensel and Stretch, rush forward. They 
have traveled the country for years in search of some of their 
old-time nerve, and now they grasp at a remedy.” 

The scene passed from view, and the gods, evidently dis¬ 
turbed by such noisy oratory, cried : “ Give us something 

calm and soothing, Comie, old man.” 

Comus relighted his cigarette, made a complete circuit 
with that same foot, and still another scene flashed in 
response. 

“ Let me,” he said, “ now transport you to a corn-field 
in one of the South Sea Islands. That curious individual, 
with the hair streaming down his back, and the sardonic 
grin, is Prof. White, A. B., G. A. B. He has come to the 
Cannibal Islands to give some heathens the benefit of his 
limited brain. See how he sits on that soap-box, instructing 
the cannibal maidens in the ‘ Fakes of Waylandism, or how 
to grow good and crazy at the same time,’ also the ‘ Forgiv¬ 
ing Spirit, and Quid pro Quo ’ by F. F. Christine. Then when 
he mixes his jokes with such medicine, it is not surprising 
that he is down on the bill of fare as a pot-pie for their next 
banquet. Now we see ‘ Joe ’ Randall, wandering about the 
island. Having established athletics on a firm basis at school, 
he has journeyed here to introduce base ball and parlor 
croquet.” 

“ There is my old friend, Fred Hansell,” continued 
Comus. “He has been wandering nearly twenty years for 
an inspiration for labor, and now journeys here as a last 
resort. He is already becoming popular with the cannibal 
belles, expects to employ the remainder of his life in w r riting 


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a massive work entitled, ‘Why I Spent Four Years at the 
High School,’ in which he will introduce a few of his funny 
ones. There also is little * A 1 ’ Cooke. He has wandered 
to the Island, to give the dusky maidens a few points on 
cooking. He is the “ Royal Cannibal Cook,’ and carries 
George Washington Shock’s receipts on ‘ roasting ’ a whole 
class. Near the shore, emerging from a row-boat are Lum- 
mis and Fugate, two Educational cranks, who have worked 
their passage here. They have received charge of a kinder¬ 
garten, consisting of five pupils, so now they are visiting the 
Cannibal Islands for ideas.” 

“ This,” said Comus, as a dim vision slowly arose, “ is 
a scene from the sorrowful career of a victim to science. 
That man with the classical countenance almost buried in 
his hands is Wm. Clarence Ebaugh. See him idly sitting in 
his dingy attic. For many years he has been vainly strug¬ 
gling for a thought. He started out with expectations of 
gaining fame by his French translations, but this proving 
too much for his mental faculties, he resolved to get a 
thought which would startle the farmer, or his chickens; so 
now you see him, a victim to scientific research, plunging, 
still plunging into a mental barrenness. Thus we must leave 
him.” 

The audience of little divines were greatly moved by 
their comrade’s sad fate, and cried aloud for something real 

gay. 

Comus, after taking a few godly sips from his little tin 
can, continued : “ Behold a scene on the campus of the 
‘ Philadelphia College.’ That little wooden building in the 
middle of it is a gambling resort. That little group of 
sporting characters seem to be running it. We recognize, by 
his innocent appearance and manner, the Germantown Sport, 


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‘ Eddie * Scatchard. Near him are Montanye, of Holmes- 
burg, and ‘ Billie ’ Gratz, two poker sharps. Popular interest 
in their alma mater having fallen away, they have formed 
this ‘Philadelphia Monte Carlo’ as an annex to regain some 
of its former popularity. Now, let us step inside this den 
and watch the sport. We, on entering, run into the lanky 
figure and beaming countenance of John Sullivan, armed 
with a feather duster. He is chief bouncer "and royal ser¬ 
geant-at-arms. In the middle of the room, sitting at a little 
round gaming-table, we recognize our old friends, Lotte and 
Steele. They are daily visitors here. Note the skill with 
which they stake their money. Now a dispute arises, a fight 
ensues, and Bouncer ‘ Sully ’ rushes to the scene. ‘ Gentle¬ 
men,’ says he, ‘ if there is any dispute, I takes de tin. See ? ’ 
Thereupon he taps the two disputers with his tiny feather 
duster. The two gamblers turn upon him and with sundry 
blows settle all arguments, and John attempts no more 
‘ bouncing.’ ” 

Suddenly a tiny, shrill little, oratorical voice is gently 
floated through the room, in many graceful bends and curves. 
That is Tommy Lee, announcing the events of the day from 
a high stand. Now he discovers that he possesses ten 
cents, and, after great meditation, rushes over to invest it on 
one of the gaming-tables. See the two bookmakers, ‘ Dickie ’ 
Brooks and his partner, Laws, doing a thriving trade, and 
over in another part of the room we see Miller and Hoffsten 
shuffling the cards. These gentlemen at one time taught 
a Sunday-school infant class, but they are making higher 
wages at their present occupation. ’Way back in a corner, 
standing behind a board stretched across two barrels, shines 
a beaming face. That is John Wanamaker’s. Remarkable 
he should have kept silent so long—but people will change,” 


continued Comus, “ By a special arrangement, and at a small 
expense, he has arranged to run a dry-goods stand here. 
While in a larger establishment his sweet grin proved such an 
attraction for all the pretty girls of the city that he was sent 
to set up a ‘ Wanamaker ’ establishment among the gambling 
brethren. Let us hope that his pristine smile and revelry 
will return, and that the effects of his surroundings will not 
mar his innocent nature.” 

This scene gave place to one showing a mighty proces¬ 
sion. “ Behold,” said Comus, advancing toward the vision, 
“ this group, carrying at its head a banner bearing the 
inscription, ‘ Advanced Greek Order of Classical Peddlers/ 
otherwise known throughout the country as the 4 Doughnut 
Club.’ At the head are Jones and Southwick, heroically 
laboring under the weight of baskets of doughnuts hanging 
at their sides. For six months they have tried to sell those 
doughnuts. In the rear we see Good and Stevenson, studi¬ 
ously conversing in Greek. Doubtless, they thus expect to 
rush trade. For many years this group have expended much 
brain-work on their profession, and now they are introducing 
something new in the art of peddling.” 

The army of Peddlers passed from view, and Comus, 
waking up one of his godly audience, continued : “ We shall,” 
he said, “ now look upon this scene of gaiety.” This is one 
of the Bowery’s swell ball-rooms. Over the entrance we 
read on a brilliantly, painted board :— 

“ Patrick”-Henry Macfadden & Co., 

Bowery Ball Celebrities. 

Ladies Free.” 

“ Within we see ‘ Mac ’ and his associates, ‘ A 1 ’ Bready 
and George Wallace. They are the proprietors and are, 


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indeed, running a 1 tough ’ ball with great financial and 
social results. It is a mighty enterprise. See the brilliant 
illumination from the paper lanterns and oil stoves suspended 
from the ceiling. Behold the pretty wooden benches round 
the room. Read the words of advice upon the walls :— 

‘ Gum boots must be left at the door.’ 

‘ Check cigars at the door.’ 

‘ Steer clear of the hole in the floor.’ 

“ Still another reads :— 

‘ Ladies will keep their seats until the gents come round.’ 

“ Now the guests troop in with wild confusion, and in the 
sparkling crowd we recognize some old friends. There is 
‘ Ches ’ Stuart, a famous Bowery dealer, also Charlie 
Lefcowitch, bearing on his arm that Bowery belle with the 
cut glass round her neck. Now whirling in the dance among 
the reveling multitude of sports, we see Tomkins and Uhle, 
the once innocent youths. Suddenly a faint and dismal 
noise is heard from the direction of the wiry piano, and the 
bushy head of Professor Joseph Sundheim is seem wagging 
from side to side as he wildly thumps the piano-keys. He 
is the favorite musician on such occasions. Now he is told 
he must not talk so much, but he cannot stop. It appears 
to come natural. And, as he tells everybody his life’s his¬ 
tory, he says he wants them to understand that he was once 
‘ Chairman of a Committee.’ Over in a corner, in peaceful 
retreat, is Taplinger, who has gained a world-wide fame for 
his curious antics. He now, attired in a ballet costume, is 
making many brilliant attempts to please the sports by his 
many ludicrous dancing attitudes. Now the festivities are at 
their height. The dancers are becoming excited. Acci¬ 
dentally little Tomkins takes his wrong partner and a general 

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melee ensues, everybody anxious to display his own pugi¬ 
listic qualities. 

Suddenly, we see Westney, of athletic fame, but now 
acting as keeper of the peace, rush forward in pugilistic 
attire to stop the free fight. Now he challenges any one 
to single combat, and Stuart is about to meet him, but, 
out of respect to his partner, refrains. Suddenly the pro¬ 
prietors come and clear the floor, while the crowd go over 
to ‘Joe’ Metzger’s extensive stock of beverages to refresh 
themselves. He is now famous as a Bowery bartender, and 
finds it difficult to supply his old companions.” 

When quiet was restored after this boisterous Bowery 
celebration the patient audience called for a change of bill. 
Comus, drawing a little lace handkerchief from his vest 
pocket and applying it to his eyes, said, in a voice full of 
pathos, “ Young gods, we now behold a sad scene. It is a 
little sitting room in an old farm house. See the youth with 
his hair in graceful waves. He is George Washington Irving 
Merrill. In his youth he gave fair promise of becoming a 
man. See the poor fellow kneeling devoutly at the feet of 
the farmer’s daughter. He wants the maiden. Listen to his 
sweet eloquence: ‘ Say yes, Angelina, darling. Say you will 
make me feel gay, won’t you. Be my darling, frisky, rustic, 
little lovey dovey.’ Angelina thinks. Now she says: 
‘What are you talking about?’ ‘You know,’ says he, ‘ I 
left part of my little speech at home. I have forgotten the 

poetry; but say the word ; say you will marry-’ ‘ Get 

up, Georgie,’ says Angelina, with a wave of her mighty hand ; 
‘ we don’t need any more hands on the farm.’ Georgie arises. 
He looks to see if the knees of his trousers have suffered no 
injury, casts a sorrowful glance at ‘Angie, dear,’ and rushes 
from the farm.” 


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The audience were profoundly moved by the sad fate of 
one so persistent in love. Little Comus, expressing his 
regret, signalled for another scene and continued : “ This is 

the editorial room of one of New York’s reputed sporting 
papers. An empty room, without even a scrap-basket. See 
the editor sitting on a stool, with a large blue pencil. That 
is Hon. William F. Craig, famous in the ranks of ‘ slum ’ 
writers. Watch him glance approvingly at an article on a 
recent visit to the ‘ slums.’ Now, after many weeks’ hard 
labor, he is writing his editorial, ‘ How to run a paper.’ 
Near him sits Lincoln Ferguson, the illustrator of the paper. 
He is busily engaged sketching some pretty pictures. He 
is good at it, but oh, so slow! Observe how quiet he is, 
how changed since his youth ! Now the wise countenance 
of‘Teddy’ Rickert is seen, as he rapidly enters the room 
with strides which bespeak a greater genius. He is holding 
at arm’s length some manuscript—undoubtedly a poem— 
which is to be inserted in the Craig-Ferguson enterprise. 
When we look upon those short-size trousers and general 
poetic appearance, we conclude he must have been traveling 
the dusty country roads for his pastoral inspirations.” 

This scene now passes away, and a sudden silence pre¬ 
vails, as the audience sit in curious expectancy. Little 
Comus’ godly voice became a little hoarse, and his cigarette 
was burning low, as he announced the next scenes. 

“ I must soon conclude our curious series,” he began, 
“ for there are but few of them left.” “ This, ” he continued, 
“ is Papa Carl Martin, grouped among the little Martins. 
He is the gem of the variety stage. Now he is taking the 
kids to bed. He is anxious to go out, but the little Martins 
are holding him back. ‘ Won’t you tell us us how your 
rosy face was hit with a cabbage, when you forgot your cue 


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one night?’ says Carlie, Jr. ‘Sing us “We were carry¬ 
ing Billie home,’ ” piped another. ‘ No, my little pets,’ says 
Papa, ‘ I must lead the prayer meeting to-night.’ But the 
second scene shows where he went. This is a room behind 
the stage, where the ‘ Frisky Vaudeville Troupe’ are perform¬ 
ing. We again see Papa Carl. Watch how he juggles the 
poker chips. He is a little slow at first, but will soon learn. 
He runs the company. Now we glance on the stage and see 
some of the talent. There is Wilbur Morse, attired as a 
female beauty. • Watch her dance and sing. Now she stops; 
she thinks she has forgotten her lines and poses before the 
audience. Carl is swearing from behind the scenes, but 
nothing can be done, so exit Wilbur. Now we see ‘ Alf.’ 
Hurlburt, the tragedian. Observe that powerful stride of 
his. My ! but he has it down fine. He has, for many years, 
practised it by walking the railroad-ties from town to town. 
Now, it is ‘Eddie’ Wiener’s turn to perform. He is billed 
as the ‘ Second E. S. Willard.’ Note that classical imper¬ 
sonation. He knows he is doing it. Listen to the mellow 
sweetness of that mighty voice, as it rises and falls in curious 
waves, until, striking an opposite Wall, it makes the audience 
tremble. See him slyly wink at that fair maiden in the box. 
However, she takes no notice of him and he makes his exit. 
Now the curtain drops and hides the vaudeville talent from 
the public.” 

Comus paused, announced the close of scenes, and the 
audience were about to rise when the little leader suddenly 
exclaimed: “ There are yet two old friends who have wan¬ 
dered from the course. Here is J. Edward Stiles, with a large 
cloth round his neck, idly roaming in a foreign town. He 
runs a museum, and is now collecting curious designs in 
neck-ties. He has given nearly a lifetime to study this 


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fashion. By his side, we recognize Frederick Goodwin 
Nirdlinger Nixon. He is peddling chewing-gum. During 
his youth, he had been such a good customer to the chewing- 
gum industry that some company has set him up with a 
small stock. These two are now walking o^f arm in arm, 
and with their exit my lecture closes. My supply of curious 
individuals is exhausted. But you saw them, exactly as 
I have watched over them,” said Comus. 

A loud burst of applause followed. Little Comus seized 
his book, and wand, motioned to his audience, and gave his 
foot a mighty twirl. A shadow of obscure darkness en¬ 
veloped the scene before me, a clamor of voices, and the 
leader and his audience dashed from view. I gave a sudden 
shudder, and rose from my cold seat of white marble, with 
many reflections -on what had just passed. I greatly won¬ 
dered whether old Morpheus had taken possession of me or 
idle fancy had haunted me with her many fantastic tricks. 


FINIS. 


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Class Day Program 


Broad Street Theatre, Friday, June 22, 2.30 p. m. 


I. “ Horrilibus Screechibus Orchestrionibus.” 

II. Entrance of Class.—“ The Animals now go ’Round and 
the Band Begins to Play.” 


III. President’s Salutatory.George I. Merrill. 

Music—“And His Funeral’s To-morrow.”.Orchestra. 

IV. Class History.J. Edward Rickert. 

(Music and Flowers Kindly Omitted.) 

V. Class Poem.Wilbur Morse. 

Music—“ Valse Valetudinaris.”.Orchestra. 

VI. Class Prophecy.J. W. Grayhurst. 

Music—“ Chrissy’s Lullaby ”...Orchestra. 

Class Presentations.Charles Wesley Burns. 


“ What Is It ? ” 

Music—March, Finale—(? ? ? ?)—(Dedicated to Faculty.) 


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The Pedagogue , A. B. was a paper published by the 
School of Pedagogy, A. B. Below is the Board of Editors :— 


Editor-in-Chief. 

Samuel Laverell Chew, A. B. 

Assistant Editors. 

Wm. H. Mearns, A. B., Wm. G. Jones,'A. B. 

The Pedagogue is published by George S. Z. Long, A. B., 
Business Manager. Its circulation is limited to the Home 
for the Aged. 
























Bernheimer, “ Cremation.” 

Bowen, “Mexican Nation.” 

Brady, “ College Education.” 

Brearly, “A Start in Life.” 

Brooks, “ Asbestos.” 

Buckley, “ Self-Reliance.” 

Burns, “ Music.” 

Byrom, “ Sir Walter Raleigh.” 

Christopher, “ Forgotten Philadelphia Novelists.” 
Cooke, “ The Triple Alliance.” 

Corson, “ Mexican War.” 

Craig, “ Evolution of Manners.” 

Cutler, “Americans Abroad.” 

Dillan, “ Scientific Education.” 

Donoghue, “ Trial by Jury.” 

Dotterer, “ William Penn and Philadelphia.” 
Ebaugh, “ Proverbs.” 

Ferguson, “ Events which Led to the Revolution.” 
P"itzpatrick, “ Wars of the Nation.” 

Frescoln, “ Unity and Progress.” 

Fugate, “ Education Among the Egyptians.” 


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Good, “ Practical Explosives.” 

Graeff, “ Pauper Immigration.” 

Gratz, “ Itxtradition Treaty between U. S. and Russia.” 
Grayhurst, “ Church-yard Literature.” 

Hansell, “ Witchcraft.” 

Hensel, “ Henry M. Stanley.” 

Hoffsten, “ Capital Punishment.” 

Hurlburt, “Crime.” 

Jones, “ Accidents in Mines.” 

Langshaw, “ First Steamship Voyage.” 

Laws, “ Philadelphia Architecture.” 

Lee, “ The High School Boys in the Civil War.” 
Lefcowitch, “ Conditions of the Slums.” 

Levette, “ The Death Penalty,” 

Lochner, “ Our Police System.” 

Lotte, “ Elocution.” 

Lummis, “ Public School System.” 

MacFadden, “ Canadian Union.” 

Martin, “ Our National Weakness.” 

Maurer, “ Public Schools in England.” 

Merrill, “ Essence of Originality.” 

Merz, “ Martyrs.” 

Metzger, “ Fakirs.” 

Miller, “ Our National Example.” 

Montanye, “ Reading of Newspapers.” 

Morse, “ International Arbitration.” 

Mullison, “ Military Instruction.” 

Nixon, “ Napoleonism.” 

Randall, “ Ancient Games.” 

Rickert, “ Our Political Duties.” 

Roberts, “ A Half Century of Progress.” 

Roeske, “ Hannibal and Alexander.” 


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Scatchard, “ Decisive Battles.” 

Sickles, “ The Insanity of Genius.” 
Southwick, “ American Arctic Explorations.” 
Stall, “ Reciprocity.” 

Starkey, “ Rejected Material.” 

Steer, “ Is all Progress, Progressive ? ” 
Stevenson, “ Socialism.” 

Stiles, “ A Fallen City.” 

Stretch, “ What we Owe the World.” 

Stuart, “ Our English Ancestors.” 

Sullivan “ Industrial Progress of the South.” 
Supplee, “ The Aryans.” 

Sundheim, “ The Press.” 

Swift, “ Centralization.” 

Taplinger, “ Nathaniel Hawthorne.” 
Tomkins, “ Vivisection.” 

Uhle, “ Phrenology.” 

Wallace, “ Public Park.” 

Wanamaker, “ American Humor.” 

Westney, “ Medical Superstition.” 

White, “Compulsory Education.” 

Wiener, “ Richard Harding Davis.” 


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Our Dear Professors and Teachers :—I have been 
asked by certain members of the Faculty to write a short 
account of their lives. It is only because of my affection for 
them that I have consented, knowing well that I am wholly 
unworthy to attempt such an important task. 

First on the glorious list is Zepheniah Hopper, who 
visited Florida with Ponce de Leon, and drank of the Foun¬ 
tain of Perpetual Age. Professor Hopper once told us that 
he had been in the school for'seventy-nine years, or therea¬ 
bouts. This would make him the senior of everything in 
♦ the building, with the possible exception of some of the 
Faculty jokes. He also informed us that “ Seniority, boys— 
seniority rules in this school.” He was right. When we 
were Seniors, we did run the school. The professor was 
always proud and glad to occupy the president’s chair during 
the absence of that official. 

F. Foster Christine, Instructor of Algebra, was born 
somewhere in the wilds, and hasn’t gotten over it yet; 
wherefore the Freshmen fear him. He is a great fisherman 
(so he says); fishermen often tell big ones, and this is no 
insinuation. “ Chrissy,” as the boys lovingly call him, is 


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given to the telling of stale jokes and the eating of oyster 
soup. In his youthful days he was badly frightened by a 
ghost, and has been very nervous (and nervy) ever since. 
He is noted for the clear and distinct manner in which he 
enunciates “ Quid pro quop “Who struck Billy Patterson?” 
“What does Mr. Wayland say?” “In loco parentis ,” and 
other classic phrases. He never translates them; but of 
course he knows what they mean. 

George Washington Schock, known to us by the 
endearing epithet of “ Pop,” because he was named after the 
pop of his country, has long, curly hair and a deep, bass 
whisper. His voice, as it rolls along the corridors, reminds 
one of the fat woman making her entrance on the stage of 
the Dime Museum. His favorite aphorism is, “ Some fool’s 
got his feet on the floor,” not seeming to recognize the fact 

that this is no unusual feat nor objectionable feature nor- 

He teaches oratory and higher arithmetic. 

Professor Bartine is a New Jerseyite. This is enough. 

Doc. Holt occupies the bone-yard. His assistant is 
Mr. A. Guy Reber, who assisted him by taking the skull 
home and scrubbing it with a toothbrush. It looked pale 
when it came back, and several front teeth were missing. * 
This was about the time Guy made his maiden aunt a present 
of a set of store-teeth. The doctor delights to tell how he 
killed a big white bear on his last visit to the North Pole. 

It appears that the bear, while loafing around the ship, heard 
the doctor pronounce its scientific name, and died of shame 
and chagrin at being found out. The doctor is famous for 
the graceful manner in which he does the “Alas, poor 
Yorick ” act. 

L. Catiline Stuart, A. M., is the man who shocked our 
young and innocent minds by expounding the many different 


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ways in which Cicero cussed; and who taught us to sing 
“ of arms and the man who first from the shores of Ireland to 
Castle Garden came,” or something to that effect. His dulcet 
tones, breathing death and destruction to Mr. See-the-gus 
and other Roman sports, have frequently aroused us from 
dewy slumber in some near-by room. This loud talking is 
a fault that the professor should endeavor to remedy, as the 
doctors say it is injurious to the health to be suddenly 
awakened; and I am sure the professor wishes none of the 
boys ill. 

Blue-eyed and fair-haired Maximus Straube is a typical 
son of the Vaterland, whose language he teaches. He 
believes that fresh air is the root of all evils,” and his war- 
cry is, “ Shut de vindows! Close de door!” The only 
plausible explanation as to why he delights in so much 
warmth is that he is preparing himself for the hereafter. At 
this stage he seems as impervious to heat as he is to jokes. 
Two of his pet expressions, which he has learnt by heart, 
are, “ Dake und inaddention zipher” and “ Leef de room.” 
His favorite drink is the national one of his countrymen, 
ice water, with a pretzel. 

William Gray, Professor of Drawing and Professor Emer¬ 
itus of Sarcasm, was formerly an inmate of the Manual Training 
School. After a time he became convinced of the error of 
his ways and came over to us. He has learnt much since 
he left that den of iniquity, and will no doubt prove passably 
in time. He is the inventor of a new and improved system 
of marking. The mark is inversely proportional to the 
pains taken with the drawing. Not long ago he set us all 
a good example by taking unto himself a wife. Marriage 
has certainly had a good effect on him. He is rapidly 
growing mild and docile. 


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Benjamin Lacy is our philosopher. I will say, for the 
benefit of the ignorant and unwashed public, that a philoso¬ 
pher is a man who sits around and thinks, and does not earn 
his living. Benny is quite a good philosopher. What 
philosophy is I do not know. He instructed us not to study 
it, but to eagerly absorb the golden words of wisdom that 
would flow from his lips. 

His brother, Ernst by name, is a very good fellow in 
his way. He was formerly in the theatrical business, but 
has since reformed and goes to church every day now. At 
one of the Christmas entertainments he recited a portion of 
“ King Lear ” with such effect that it was necessary to send 
for the mammas of three Freshmen. He also rendered 
valuable service at our class entertainments, proving himself 
to be a most efficient prompter. 

Albert H. Smyth is master of carnival in the church. 
The pursuit of his branch, “literachoor,” is attended with 
no inconsiderable risk at our school, especially on rainy 
days, when one is apt to get stuck in the mud of Brandy¬ 
wine street. And then there is the danger of freezing to 
death on cold days; for although the minister no doubt 
makes it warm enough for his hearers on Sunday, when 
Monday arrives the church has resumed its usual temperature. 

Edwin J. Houston is no longer an active professor; he 
has partly reformed himself, being now Professor Emeritus. 
He was the faculty poet, devoting the time he could spare 
from his literary pursuits to science. He thinks so much 
and so rapidly that he is compelled to keep a large section 
of a palm-tree continually in motion, in order to keep his 
brain cool. His favorite expression is, “I hope to fly before 
I die,” probably thinking that his post mortem chances are 
very slender. 


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Way up on the roof is the den of the astrologer, Pro¬ 
fessor Snyder, a very high-minded man. He believes that 
the observatory in the new High School should be built 
separate from the rest of the building, thus avoiding the 
earthquakes caused by Pop Schock’s voice. 

Henney Willis is, as the sweet girl graduate would say, 
“ the bard who sang to us of the glorious deeds of the heroes 
of old.” That is to say, he is professor of history. He 
used to give us “ questions on paper,” the answers to which 
the boys in the rear of the room invariably knew. It seems 
to be characteristic of the High School that the brilliant 
boys are those who sit furthest from the professor. 

Professors Carter and Kellar are the twin demons of the 
under-world. Strange and terrible odors arose from that 
under-world. Strange and terrible deeds were done there. 
It was no uncommon thing for the Seniors to seize an unsus¬ 
pecting Freshman, bear him away to a laboratory, and there 
experiment on him with divers chemicals. Sometimes he 
grew fat on it. Sometimes his gentle spirit fled. In the 
latter case his body was given to Doctor Holt for dissection. 

Last, and greatest, is Barney Maurice. He is, as may 
be inferred from his name, of Irish extraction, but is pro¬ 
fessor of “ Franch.” He was somewhat severe with us in 
the matter of discipline; but otherwise treated us very well. 
Barney speaks English quite fluently, with but a slight trace 
of the Kilkenny brogue. 

There are several teachers of whom I will say nothing; 
for when I commenced this article I said to myself, “ I will 
say aught of no one unless it be good.” Besides that, I 
have some regard for the feelings of their wives and off¬ 
spring. 


A Faculty Meeting 


I had wandered into the President’s room on some 
errand or other, and had found him too busy to grant me 
an immediate audience; so I picked up a Pedagogue, that 
invaluable paper published by the School of Pedagogy, 
A. B., and sat me down in an obscure corner to await 
“•Tompy’s ” convenience. 

That soothing paper soon proved too much for me, and 
I fell asleep. How long I slept, I do not know. I dreamed 
that I was lost in a great forest, every tree of which was 
labelled, “ Geomey Tree,” as if it were one vast botanical 
garden. It seemed to me that I wandered through this 
forest for hours, and that every step I took carried me 
further into its depths. At last I heard a crackling of bushes, 
as if something were coming towards me. I stood still and 
peered anxiously around, when suddenly there burst upon 
my view a grinning anthropoid ape, evidently the lord and 
master of this domain. The beast approached nearer and 
nearer, its harsh grunting becoming louder with each step 
it took, and was almost upon me, when—I awoke. Our 
venerable president pro tem. y Zepheniah Hopper, was 
speaking. 


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I perceived my situation at once: I was in attendance 
on a Faculty Meeting, no one having seen me in my dark 
corner. Evening was approaching, the shutters had been 
closed, and the only light in the room entered at a small 
aperture in the blinds, and was reflected from the end of 
Pop Schock’s nose. 

My first sensation was one of pleasure at being in a 
position to profit by the wisdom of so much collected brain. 
My next thought was, “ Will it be honorable on my part to 
remain here and listen to what is certainly not intended for 
my ears ? ” but the old maxim, “ All is fair in love and war,” 
came to my rescue, and my conscience was quieted. That 
there wasn’t much love lost between myself and the Faculty, 
I knew; but my case would come in all right under the 
“ war” heading; so I made no effort to reveal myself. 

As I remarked before, Professor Hopper was speaking. 
The character of his remarks soon showed what kind ’of 
business was on hand. The unholy alliance was going over 
the catalogue and discussing the faults and the lack of virtues 
of each boy in turn. After the professor had enthusiastically 
painted the character of an acquaintance of mine a deep and 
midnight hue, he paused a moment to recover his breath; 
whereupon Sammy Berger started to say something. Zeph 
turned upon him in an instant and shouted, “ What do you 
mean by interrupting me ? Don’t you know that seniority 
rules in this school ? ” Sammy sat down without making an 
audible reply; but I thought I could perceive, floating about 
his head, some blue and sulphurous clouds, which I judged 
were waves of thought. 

After several of the others had been given a chance to 
attack my poor, defenseless acquaintance, it was decided that 
he should be given the choice of resigning from the school 


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or having his name dropped frojn the rolls. Then “ Chrissy ” 
took out his handkerchief and wept several large tears of the 
kind that were wept by a certain crocodile that was the sole 
grave-stone, cemetery lot and bronze railing of seventy-three 
descendants of Pharaoh. 

Name after name was read out and disposed of. I would 
never have believed that one institution could contain so 
many desperately wicked boys. I was debating with myself 
the advisability of withdrawing from the school in order to 
avoid associating with so much wickedness, when I heard 
the rich and mellow voice of “ Tompy“ Gintlemen, Oi 
move we adjourn for refrishments.” The motion was carried 
unanimously, and for a few minutes the conversation was 
limited to such remarks as, “ Don’t care if I do, thanks,” 
“ Now this is the real old stuff,” “ I vill tak som eau de vie , 
si vousplait” “ Dot vas goot.” 

When business was resumed “ Chrissy” took the floor. 

“ Gentlemen, that boy K-is the worst I have ever come 

across in all my forty years of teaching. To-day, when I 
asked him to recite the third paragraph of the second sec¬ 
tion, he actually used two words that were not in that 
paragraph—two whole words, gentlemen; and then he had 
the impudence to remonstrate with me because I gave him a 
cipher. ‘Three weeks’ probation?’ I demand that his 
name shall be stricken from the rolls! Why, gentlemen, I 
observed to-day that for three consecutive times he failed to 
laugh at three consecutive jokes that I had explicated! ” 

This joke business saved K-. The unholy alliance 

had suffered from the same cause, and a kindred feeling was 
aroused in their breasts, and K-wasn’t even repri¬ 

manded. 


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They had almost reached my name. My left ear had 
even commenced to burn (caused by thought waves, evi¬ 
dently), when it was decided to adjourn. 

When they had all departed I went home and wrote up 
this account of what I saw and heard. 


Below is a List of the Virtues of Our Genial 
and Accomplished Faculty, Suitable for Inscription 
on Their Tombstones. 


Fac. Virtues. 


Shakespeare’s Seven Ages. 


“ All the world’s a stage, 

And all the men and women merely players. 
They have their exits and their entrances ; 
And- 

Christine— 

“ One man in his time plays many parts,” 

His acts being seven ages. 



first age : 


Young Bartine— 

“ At first the infant, 

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms 








Anstett Schnabel— 

“ And then the whining school boy, 

With his satchel 

And shining morning face, creeping like snail 
Unwillingly to school;” 






THIRD AGE : 

Chester Nye Farr— 

“And then, the lover, 

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad 
Made to his mistress’ eyebrows.” 




FOURTH AGE: 

Max Straube— 

“ Then a soldier, 

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, 
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, 
Seeking the bubble reputation 
Even in the cannon’s mouth 


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Pop Shock— 

“ And then, the justice 
In fair, round belly, with good capon lined, 
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, 
Full of wise saws and modern instances, 
And so he plays his part.” 


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SIXTH AGE : 

Fossil Stuart— 

“ The sixth age shifts 
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; 

With spectacle on nose, and pouch on side ; 

His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide 
For his shrunken shank ; and his big manly voice 
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 
And whistles in his sound.” 


SEVENTH AGE: 

Zepheniah Hopper— 

“ Last scene of all, 

That ends this strange, eventful history, 

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; 

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” 





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The Fate of Two Profs 


Written for the “Three Thousand Doughnuts Club." 


ACT I. 

The Forest of Arden ; Christine fishing from one bank, 
Hopper from the other. 

Christine—(Tune, Ta, Ra, Ra.) 

Here I’ve sat for hours four, 

Full of bites and stiff and sore ; 

Not a darned fish have I caught, 

And my beer’s reduced to naught. 

Hopper— 

I have had more luck than you, 

Though my fire-water’s gone, too, 

And of fishes, dead and live, 

I can’t give you more than five. 

Attendant Demon— 

For your answer. 

Christine— 

Let us wend our homeward way; 

Soon will come the close of day, 

But ere we go, tell me, I pray, 

What does Mr. Wayland say ? 


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ACT II. 


Christine and Hopper meet a wandering band of C. H. 
S. Boys riding their “ Ponies.” 

Boys—(Tune, Aunt Dinah’s Quilting Party.) 

We are careless High School students 
Who far and wide do roam, 

And on our little forty-cent ponies 
We wander far from home. 

Here we are, my former victims ; 

What ho ! my lads, what ho ! 

Now tell me true, 

As I told you, 

What is the “ Quid pro quo ? ” 

Attendant Demon— 

Oh, no; oh, no ; they’ll slay you, though. 

Boys—(Tune, Reuben and Cynthia.) 

Now we have you in our power, 

Terrible revenge we’ll see, 

We will perch both you and Zephy 
On the Trigonoml Tree. 

To the topmost boughs we’ll hoist you, 

Where the wind blows big and free ; 

This is our revenge upon you, 

And we’ll have it Q. E. D. 

Christine and Hopper are hoisted to the topmost bough 
of the Trigonoml Tree. 


Christine— 
(Shouts) 


ACT III. 


Seven years have passed. Their beards have grown so 
that they touch the ground. 


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Hopper— 

I have a plan, dear Freddy C., 

And if you will but list to me, 

I’ll tell you how once more your frau 
And children you may see. 

Christine— 

Speak on, speak on, 

Old Zeph my boy, 

Your words given me 
The greatest joy. 

Hopper— 

Then I’ll tell you how we’ll do it, 

Wise, I think my words will sound ; 

Hand o’er hand we’ll climb our whiskers 
’Till our feet do touch the ground. 

ACT IV. 

Philadelphia—Christine and Hopper have returned and 
meet a gang of C. H. S. boys. 

Boys—(Tune, Reuben and Cynthia.) 

Here do come two musty mossbacks. 

Full of whiskers, gray, and bent, 

We must show them our new High School, 

Benny Lacy, President. 

The Profs, on hearing this, drop dead amid great 
applause. 

Whole Club- 

Good-by, classmates, 

Good-by, classmates, 

For we must leave you now ; 

But we’ll do it over again 
In the future time. 

Finis. 

This play was originally performed by the Three Thou¬ 
sand Doughnut Club in the basement at recess. 


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The Tragedy of Christine. 


Written for the “Three Thousand Doughnuts Club.” 


ACT I. 

(Tune—Reuben and Cynthia). Scene, Room 8, C. H. 
S., Philadelphia. 

Enter B 2 (singing). Tune, “Cynthia, Cynthia.” 

Ego, Ego, we’ve decided, 

That of you we will be free, 

So we’ll bear you off and leave you, 

Far beyond the Northern Sea. 


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Christine (answers singing):— 

B 2 , B 2 , I’ve concluded, 

That will be infernal luck, 

For I will get out of practise 
In the giving of the Duck. 

B 2 :— 

Christine, Christine, we don’t care a— 
Continental for your luck ; 

To the seals and other critters 
You can sport your Mental Truck. 



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Act ii. 

Scene, North Sea. 

Christine sitting on an iceberg. B 2 disappearing. 

Christine (singing):— 

Oh ! my dear boys, how I love you ; 

True love is not cooled by snow. 

Won’t you please take me back with you, 

Me ! your dear old “ dad in loco ? ” 

B 2 (singing):— 

Fare you well, you stale joke vender, 

Go to grass, and feed on hay; 

Ne’er more will you chance to ask us— 

“ What does Mr. Wayland say ? ” 

















ACT III. 

(After six years.) Scene, North Sea. 

Christine (singing) :— 

Now at last I will be rescued, 

For a coming ship I see. 

Now again I’ll score the Freshmen, 

"And I say it rev’rently.” 

Voice from ship (singing) :— 

No you don’t, you old duck giver; 

We will now give you the slip, 

For your blamed old heavy lectures 
Of a cert would sink the ship. 

Ship sails away, and Christine dies amid great applause. 


The Tragedy of Christine was written by a'member of 
the Three Thousand Doughnuts Club. 

It was sung by a chorus of the Sehr Bummers and 
Three Thousand Doughnuts in the basement. 


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Deutsche Uhr. 


Well, Straube' was a German, to begin with. Nobody 
ever doubted that, not even when, at times, he would hurl 
out of the window a generous supply of pretzels, presented 
by a fond and loving class. 

We realized the truth, at such moments, of “ Speech is 
silvern, but silence is golden,” and never said anything. But 
we duly realized the meaning of that look of secret longing 
in Max’s hazel-blue eyes as he would watch the uncertain 
flight of those ear-shaped masses of partially-baked dough. 

As I have said, we never even murmured our disap* 
proval in such instances, for the realization that it was only 
one more case of unappreciated kindliness, together with 
the fear of flying “ ducks,” caused in our manly breasts a 
certain indescribable state of emotion. 

This state of feeling, upon being made manifest by 
laughter, would be regarded by Max as a crime worthy of 
severest punishment. So, pouncing upon his victim, gen¬ 
erally the small boy of the class, he would cry out, with all 

the vehemence of those Germ an-made lungs, “- 

leef der room. Do wat’s right and go to der President.” 

Matters would about reach a tranquil state, when in 
would come the former subject of the Professor’s wrath. 


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By “ hook or crook,” “ truth or tale,” he had made 
satisfactory his excuses to the President and had obtained 
the latter’s consent to return to the room where free-German 
was served. 

Now Maximillian Straube had for many moons and 
suns taught High Saxon at Broad and Green streets. And 
he had seen a different state of affairs at the High School. 

So upon learning that the youth had not been put into 
suspenders for a week, he would launch forth into a turmoil 
of oratorical Dutch. He would so terrify (?) us at these 
trying moments, that we could only catch such straggling 
snatches of his discourse as, “ I have seen better times here, 
boys—better discipline; then a boy would be suspended for 
laughing at his teacher; but—things are different now. 
Hans! Who’ll take the next sentence?” 

We had the laugh on Max one day, though. He had 
detected a boy (which he sometimes did) engaged in the 
henious offence of talking to his fellow. Of course that 
boy must go to the President, and to emphasize the serious¬ 
ness of the act, Max must send an autograph note to the 
great high mogul. 

But, poor man ! he was so pained to think that an act 
of such direct disobedience should occur in his room, that 
he could compose himself to write only, “ This boy is 
reported for T. W. P.” Thus it went to headquarters. 

The President was in an irritable mood that day, and 
and although he would have been willing to translate an 
original Greek verse, he absolutely drew the line at decipher¬ 
ing High -Saxon hieroglyphics. 

So, after reading over the note, he sent the subject of it 
upstairs to find out the meaning of those mystic letters. 


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Straube kindly explained that he meant “ talking with¬ 
out /ermission,” 

We didn’t learn much German in those two years that 
we spent in Room 7. In fact, I doubt if ever one of us is 
appointed consul to Germany on the strength of what 
knowledge we obtained concerning the language. 

But we did learn lots about human nature and how to 
size up character. 

We never knew just why Max came to America; but 
one day, after his explaining the military laws of his native 
country, we thought we had an idea—an uncommon occur¬ 
rence. It was a slippery sort of idea ; and, to keep from losing 
it, we had to moisten our palms with the balm of expec¬ 
toration and take a new grip. 

We reasoned it out thus : Max never speaks to us upon 
the street. His mind must be intently occupied; for he 
could not thus, consciously, pass us by in cold blood. It is 
plain to see that he was built upon the military plan, and 
could not have escaped the army had he remained in 
Germany. 

When alone the thoughts of his former conduct depress 
his spirits and fill his soul. Hence his not returning our 
salutations. Q. E. D. 


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Ninety=four’s French Picnic. 


You all, doubtless, are familiar with picnics, but I may 
venture to state that only a small proportion of you ever 
attended a French picnic. So, for the benefit of such 
unfortunate individuals, I shall attempt .to relate how the 
angelic members of ’94 enjoyed a real French picnic and 
musical entertainment. The reader would naturally suppose 
that the French language formed a prominent part of such 
an affair, but banish at once «any such false ideas ; for there 
was very little French spoken. 

About two years since it was decided that ’94 should 
hold French picnics every week or so, which were to be 
presided over by a very learned and austere Frenchman, who 
was readily recognized by his inseparable little book and 
a two inch pencil. 

The first meetings were occupied by vain attempts to 
instill into the minds of these bright youths, the system of 
“ drafting.” This, let it be known, was not the art of direct¬ 
ing cool currents of air, but it was a private French trick of 
this little Frenchman’s own invention, and was, moreover, 
“ my method.” 

After the “ drafting ” was commenced and a few 
aspirants, eager for lore, had been drafted into the compre¬ 
hension of the method, some vocal star, in order to start the 


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entertainment thought he would favor the company with a 
peculiar rendering of that ever-familiar strain, “ We were 
carrying Billie home.” This was accepted with a unanimous 
desire of the whole assembly to join in the chorus, thereupon 
the house rang with the music, which was justly and loudly 
encored. The inventor of the “ drafting ” certainly must 
have enjoyed this evidence of vocal accomplishment, for an 
observer might have noticed his eyes traveling in great 
eagerness from one member to another, evidently selecting 
the most accomplished artist. 

With such and similar concerts, and with occasionally a 
remarkable whistling solo, the band of comedians kept things 
interesting, especially for our little Frenchman, who could, 
strange to tell, be heard to show his appreciation of such 
talent by joining in with such broken but musical chords, 
as “Leave ze room,” “to ze president,” “go, and quick.” 

In response to such invitations, a youth familiar to all 
by his many buffoonish contributions, but perhaps better 
known by his ever-present mass of chewing gum secreted 
on the lapel of his coat, would glide nimbly forward. He 
would then go through a series of fantastic steps known 
only to himself, and trip gracefully out the door, where he 
would be joined by six or seven other fellow-comedians. 
The band then joined in a final celebration, and, with 
hideous yells and war-whoops, they dispersed, only to 
devise something new for their next admission. 

When the curtain was again raised, it was observed 
that all the comedians were clustered about Monsieur. 
Doubtless they wished to show their respects by being ever 
near him. 

On one occasion, when the talent were very laborious 
in their efforts to please their audience, and there arose such 


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an applause that Monsieur could not be heard assenting his 
approval, Mondon, a French scholar and royal body-guard 
to His French Highness, was detached to headquarters. He 
was the bearer of an important message, probably reporting 
that things were prospering, and the comedians were sparing 
no pains to make things interesting. 

However, as Mondon (Donoghue) performed his duty 
quite frequently, all concluded that these must be official 
reports, and thus peace was restored. 

Shortly after the transmitting of these reports the fair 
countenance of Monsieur Zwei (Ebaugh) was missing from 
the assemblage. Now, this gentleman became illustrious by 
his rapid acquaintance with Cousin Laroutine, and when he 
did not appear, many were alarmed for fear he had gone to 
investigate and confirm his cousin’s adventures in the moon. 
But it was soon found that matters were so arranged at head¬ 
quarters that he was privileged to absent himself for some 
time. This news had a strangely quieting effect on our 
happy band. • However, it was not natural for tranquil¬ 
ity to remain among these gentlemen, and an occasion for a 
fresh outbreak arose when Monsieur wished to know the 
name of certain gentleman’s face, learned that he had for¬ 
gotten to bring his card, and thus the gentleman was unable 
to make himself known. The whole assembly loudly demon¬ 
strated such a breach of French etiquette, but Monsieur con¬ 
soled himself with the reflection that “ it matters not.” 

Thus at each picnic something new arose to relieve the 
French monotony. When the musical talent could be per¬ 
suaded to subside for a few minutes, our French scholar, 
Graff, would contribute a recitation from a small French book 
furnished for the occasion. The multitude soon showed their 
objections to such proceedings by a mighty uproar. 

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Close upon this medicine our friend Gustavus (Sickles) 
volunteered to scratch his worthy fiddle, but, being 
humble, and unanimously petitioned to spare the company 
such an ordeal, he was persuaded to take his fiddle outside 
and play to himself. 

One day the report spread that each member was 
expected to individually write some French sentences, suit¬ 
able for French novels. These tidings occasioned a grand 
rush for reserved seats, and all scrambled through the door¬ 
way, clustering around some well-known Hercules in French, 
and never loosening their grasp of the little green book which 
everybody carried only on these summons. Monsieur 
regarded these proceedings with great astonishment. In¬ 
structions were given, and then commenced a loud discussion 
and noisy tumult, and after everybody had expressed their 
opinion on the matter, all wrote the answer of the unanimous 
decision. All this time Monsieur was trying to explain the 
correct answer. In this manner, and with occasional refer¬ 
ences to the little green book, everybody did immensely 
well, and at the end Monsieur wondered the reason all had 
written the same results. No doubt you wonder the name 
given to such proceedings. Let me quietly inform you that 
this, from a French standpoint, is called —un examcn. 

Now, indeed, the crowning feature of all these events 
was introduced—a genuine French bowling alley. This was 
received with wild enthusiasm, and shortly after the imple¬ 
ments had been obtained play was begun. As the spheres 
rolled leisurely along the floor, peal after peal of low rumbling, 
like distant thunder, startled the multitude. 

Monsieur, wishing to investigate, found his legs suddenly 
becoming entangled in half-dozen spheres, and becoming 
enraged, invitations to “ leave ze room ” were thrown out 


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in rapid succession. As before, the same white-haired 
youth, the hero of stale chewing-gum, tripped gayly from the 
room, singing “ Au Revoir, Monsieur.” 

Now the game became exciting, and all played with 
remarkable zeal, and when spheres were not obtainable, 
cubes, cylinders, cones, blocks and models of all description 
were brought into play. And ever and anon above the 
might and uproarious tumult, and when he was not tangled 
up in spheres, the voice of the excited Monsieur arose and 
lent an enchantment and stimulus to the uproar which rose 
and swelled with applause. 

Things were waxing hotter and hotter, till one of the 
participants, a poorer marksman than his champions, dashed 
a cube with terrific velocity against the communication door. 
In response to these summons, a small gentlemen, of mathema¬ 
tical build, appeared and after delivering a spirited oration, 
bestowed upon the company some uncomplimentary remarks 
in the shape of blackguards. There upon the “Judge” 
(Ferguson) of the crowd, equal to the occasion, responded 
that the only guard was Monsieur’s body-guard and at the 
close of this ghastly humor resumed his seat. 

This speech settled the small intruder, who quickly 
vanished, taking all his mathematics with him. The bowl¬ 
ing alley was about to be resumed, when attention was called 
to a shower of coffee beans, with an occasional sprinkle of 
corn. This occurrence wrought great concernment in the 
mind of our little Frenchman, judging from the way he 
anxiously looked above to find the origin of such heavenly 
showers. Doubtless he thought it was the appearance of 
“ La Comet,” for Zacharias Piper had predicted that it would 
descend; but on being assured that it was only the result of 
Jean Bart’s dispersion of the P'rench courtiers, he was pacified. 

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Everything was progressing swimmingly until at next 
hour the class was surprised to see the Frenchman enter the 
room leading by a chain his little dog “ Zones.” The 
appearance of this pet caused a great uproar, and many 
questioned the advisability of allowing him to remain among 
the members. But when the “Judge” (Ferguson) asked 
Monsieur if he was going to enter him at the next dog show, 
little “Zones” (Pedagogue Jones) broke loose and made a 
frantic jump at the Judge, making things very lively. Finally 
he was quieted, and after distinguishing himself by other 
spasmodic fits and wild gnawings at the furniture, he slowly 
made his exit amid the triumphant yells of the multitude. 

Thus, with victory and glory glittering brightly above 
them, this brilliant band of pleasure-seekers—the Class of 
’94—dispersed with many recognitions of thanks to the able 
comedians for their ridiculous contributions of farce, and 
with gratitude to Monsieur for his kind attention and help in 
these famous French entertainments. It is, however, the 
earnest hope of all that the hero of stale chewing-gum may 
have a fresh piece when next he makes a sensation. 


Faculty 


Maurice- 
Far r— 

Stuart— 

Johnson- 


Their Characteristics. 


“ How shall we rank thee upon glory’s page ? 

Thou more than soldier and just less than sage.” 

Moore. 


“All smiles and bows and courtesy was he.” 


“ If all the year were playing holiday, 

To sport would be as tedious as to work.” 

Shakespeare. 

“ For many a lad returns from school 
A Latin, Greek and Hebrew fool ; 

In arts and knowledge still a block, 

Though deeply skilled in hie, hsec, hoc.” 

Pattison. 

“ Forget me not, when others gaze 
Enamoured on thee with the looks of praise ; 

When weary leagues between us both are cast, 

And each dull hour seems heavier than the last— 

Oh ! then forget me not! ” 





Keller— 


“ He was a man of unbounded stomach.” 

Shakespeare. 


Schock— 

“ With temper calm and mild, 

And words of softened tone, 

He overthrows his neighbor’s cause 
And justifies his own.” 


Christine— 


Anon. 


“ If any man among you seemeth to be religious, and bridleth not 
his tongue, but deceiveth his own Heart, the man’s religion is vain,”— 
James i; 26. 


Schnabel— 

“ Dame Nature was out of sorts when she made me. She put a 
couple of feet under me, but she left a couple of feet off of my stature, 
as I must look up to everybody and am not allowed to put on airs.— 
M. P. Wilder. 

Houston— 

“ There are some thinkers about whom we always feel easy, because 
they never have a thought of sufficient magnitude to make uncomfort¬ 
able by its possession.” 


Willis— 

“ He who the rules of temperance neglect, 

From a good cause may. produce bad effect.” 

Tuke. 


Berger— 

“ Besides it’s known he could speak Greek 
As naturally as pigs squeak.” 


Busht. 


Smyth— 

“Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies.’’ 


Pope, 


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The Song of ’94. 


Tune, “ My Old Kentucky Home.” 


The boys are brave in our bonny Ninety-four, 

So honest, so gay, and so true. 

Together we’ll stand till our days of life are o’er, 

And we sleep the long sleep ’neath the dew. 

chorus : 

Here’s to Ninety-four, lads, 

Our toast forevermore ! 

May her fame ne’er fade while her sons can stand arrayed 
In a chorus great with praise for Ninety-four. 

The days gone by were the happy days indeed, 

When comradeship smoothed all the way ; 

Our hearts were free, and to care we gave no heed, 

And our life was a long summer’s day. 

Though days to come, when we fight the battle, Life, 

With sorrow and care may be filled, 

We’ll ne’er forget, ’midst the clashing and the strife, 

All the days when youth our pulses thrilled. 

J. Edw. Rickert. 





History of the Classical 
Class of ’94. 


“Ad 000 usque ad mala!' 

Many years ago, as far back as 1890, there might have 
been seen about the College Campus at Broad and Green 
streets, three hundred ignorant lads. They, for the first 
time, were wending their way to the garden in which grows 
the tree of learning—the Central High School. These same 
boys were we, the Freshmen of that year. Still young at 
that time, and unused to male instructors, the sight of our 
new Faculty made us feel rather timid and bashful; and 
when, for the first time, we heard the voice of Prof. Schock 
thunder forth, “ distilled almost to jelly with the act of fear, 
we stood dumb.” Gradually, becoming acquainted with the 
ways of the school and inspired with manlike courage, we 
ceased to fear professor’s words. With very hard study (?) 


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we drank deep of that Pierian Spring, and the summer of 
1891 saw us pass from the P'reshman class into the Sopho¬ 
more. 

? Tis here the curtain rises to my story. For ’twas here 
the classes were cleft in twain, and about four score students 
entered the classical course, fully prepared to pry into the 
deep learning of our Greek and Latin forefathers. “ Cursed 
thrice is he who takes this course, for his is the way to 
Hades.” O ye eternal Gods! never could we ascertain 
why ye ever invented Greek or Latin, unless it was that we, 
poor suffering mortals, might hear the euphonious resound¬ 
ing of “ Gallia est divisa ” from the lips of Mr. Berger, or the 
shrill and sensitive vocal chords of Mr. Schnabel make 
ethereal vibrations with “ evzeuOyv ezsXaovec” The question 
we often put to ourselves was, “ Why did we ever go into 
that Course? ” And as often came back the reply, “ Damfino.” 
But the die was cast, and under the guidance of worthy 
professors we could not help but learn ; and reverently I say, 
so great became the mental strain, occasioned by hard study, 
that each day sent us home with minds fatigued and bodies 
wearied almost to death itself. But lo, and behold! Our 
very demons, the classics, showed us how they themselves 
could be exorcised. The exercise we took in riding the 
“ ponies ” that exorcised the classics renewed our lagging 
energies. (See the point ?) Now a pony is generally defined 
as an animal with four corners, a prop under each, a head 
and a tail. I shall say right here that a classical pony is of 
a different variety, and if the reader should be in any per¬ 
plexity about it, full information concerning one can be 
obtained from any classical scholar. After much practice 
with the “ pony,” we decided to form a polo club, and Miller, 
being the best rider, was duly elected president. It has been 


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said that a history is not correct unless it is complete; and, 
with due apologies to any undue feelings that might be 
caused to my classmates on the perusal of this article, I’ll 
proceed to chronicle the actual facts that happened during 
the year. 

Atkin was so impressed with classical studies that he 
called Mr. Berger “ Cleopatra,” and, as a consequence, three 
boys had to be carried to the nearest hospital. One re¬ 
turned, the others are still suffering. About January 13th, 
Reber made a ten in Greek, and four students died. About 
this time Seymour, the funny man from “ Bosting,” was 
admitted to the Classical class, and ever after there was no 
more peace. In May, Mullison brought three curious appear¬ 
ing atoms to school in an old ink bottle, and Dr. Willie 
Greene declared them H 2 S. About this time Philadelphia 
was startled by the grand discovery of Prof. Snyder’s, through 
the C. H. S. telescope. It was two picked nines playing 
base-ball on the planet Neptune. At this juncture June 
came, and examinations were passed. Thus glided away the 
Sopomore year, and with rudiments of Classical study deeply 
rooted in our craniums, we were dismissed by the Faculty, 
with “ well done, good and faithful servants.” The first act 
is over; the curtain drops. 

It rises again. Behold! the scene is changed; a new 
act is about to be performed: 

“And now, O Muse, will you tune your 
Harp to the aspiring Junior?” (Homer’s Iliad.) 

Conspicuous among the events of this year was the for¬ 
mation of Lippert’s society, called the Phi Beta. It may 
have been a Phi Beta; but one thing is clear—it was no 
debater , for MacFadden was a member. Mr. Futcher read 



“ Hamlet,” at a Phi Beta entertainment and was ever after 
styled, “ Booth the Second,” in place of his previous appella¬ 
tion, “ farmer.” Mr. Rickert, becoming very powerful in this 
organization, was elected president of his class; and under 
his guidance, and with Prof. Christine in loco parentis , the 
class made a most (h) elegant showing at the end of the 
year. It seems that, as boys grow older, they greatly thirst 
for original writing; and as this thirst was manifestly toward 
poetry in our class, I could not leave so grave a subject with¬ 
out saying that Wanamaker is the author of the remark, 
“ What I don’t know about poetry would fill a library.” 

Following is an attempt by one of the bright and enter¬ 
prising poets of the class, and it has been very correctly 
named: “A Soliloquy of a Professor:” 

“ Boys, your ‘ parentis in loco 
Is a being I call ‘ ego 
And as ‘ Mr. Wayland says so,’ 

Then, my saying is ‘ quid pro quo.’ ” 

The last act is before us. Here is determined the charac¬ 
ter of the play. Let us make a farce-comedy out of it, so 
that all the mistaken facts contained in it may be excused as 
a playwright’s license. We have now advanced to the Senior 
class, and some even think the “ seignior class.” See how 
much the boys have changed during the passage of four 
years ! Only four years ago Maurer was a little “ kid ” in 
short trousers. Now observe him as he twists the “porcu¬ 
pine twills ” on his upper lip. Morse is also a great big boy, 
and no longer calls Mr. Berger “ Mama.” And Stall, bless 
his little soul ! he’s going to be a big man some time. Even 
Southwick no longer looks at the gay side of life, but is 
going to settle down soon in the happy bliss of matrimony, 


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provided that-. Byron, see how he has changed 

he is longer Prof. Christine’s pet, but rather Miss Demeanor’s 
“ tutsie-wutsie.” All the hilarity, once so manifest in Dotterer, 
has disappeared, and he does nothing the livelong day but 
study elocution ; and as a remuneration for same, Mr. E. 
Lacy has promised him, “three thousand ducats.” Exami¬ 
nations are passed, and we bid our Alma Mater farewell. 
Hoping that the facts contained herein have been stated 
accurately, I’ll bring to a finis the History of the Classical 
Class of Ninety-four. 



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Scientific Section 


When first we came as Freshmen to this great and noble 
building we were mighty in numbers ; but alas ! that was all, 
for we were notable only as a class of lazy freaks who 
entered the Scientific Course to escape Latin. 

Among the freaks were the two thin men, Hortz and 
Jones, for whom there had to be extra room left on the 
bench in chapel so that Hurlburt, then a meek little infant, 
might be allowed the privilege of living; there was also 
sleepy Kirby, who, with his English accent and rambling 
gait, was the laughing-stock of the class; then there was 
our short friend, Kerr, to whom we give the credit of keep¬ 
ing up the athletic end of the class. 

But there is nothing noticeable about the Freshmen 
year, nor, in fact, the Sophmore, with the exception of the 
withdrawal of nine-tenths of the class. So at the beginning 
of the Junior year there was left the saintly number seven ; 
and such a seven as they were. A more cherubic, sleepy, 
lazy seven was never known—but let me take back part of 
this: I forgot that Nixon was in that class. He, according 
to Hubby Bowen—by the way the most saintly of saints— 
was just a trifle out of the straight path of godliness. He went 

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to the theatre too often, and as a result was sometimes a 

0 

little backward in his lessons; but he generally got there 
some way or other. 

Well, Herby had never been to the theatre; and one 
day Nixon took the class to see “ Henry VIII.” Bowen was 
shocked beyond measure at ladies appearing in such abbre¬ 
viated costumes; and even after this performance it was still 
impossible for gentle Herby to understand how anyone 
could be so hard-hearted as to take out another man’s eyes 
on the stage every night just to amuse the audience ; at 
least, so he remarked while we were reading the passage in 
“ King Lear ” referring to the blinding of Gloster. 

We went to Dr. Holt that year for the study of anat¬ 
omy. Here Herby showed his remarkable abilities in describ¬ 
ing bones. 

But the talent of the boys was brought out to perfection 
in Prof. Geo. H. Cliff’s room, where they made after-dinner 
speeches—at least that was the name given them by the 
honorable gentlemen; but as for myself it came hard to be- 
believe that there had been any dinner. Deacon Lotte 
showed remarkable ability in this line, especially in his 
speech on the closing of the Fair on Sunday. Kerr, our 
short fiend, who stood six foot three in his stocking feet, 
made many modest little speeches. But when Bowen got 
up to talk on women the climax was reached: to attempt to 
describe it would be impossible. 

Dillan, our number-one boy, was not modest in retiring 
when he got up to talk on trolley cars. 

Chester Farr, who was the assistant to Prof. Snyder, 
taught all the surveying that was taught that year. The 
class was supposed to get some practical field work, but such 
was not the case here. 


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They went once over on the lot, where some day may 
stand the new High School, to go over the adjustments of 
the instruments. It was supposed to be about one hour’s 
work. I think it was nearer four; needless to say, Chester 
never took that class again. The rest of the work consisted 
chiefly of Chester sitting in his chair decorating his roll- 
book, after having announced that the boys might do the 
fourth example by both theorems. 

The year rolled on without any difference in the class. 
Nobody left, nor did the class do anything very exciting. 
But at the beginning of the Senior year all the boys turned 
up except Kerr; our short fiend had gone to work in some 
shops in the western part of Pennsylvania. But then six 
was not to be the number of men in that class; for we had 
to embrace Lummis, of the ’98 Class. Him we embraced 
and allowed to become one of us; but when there were 
cast upon us two normal freaks our arms were not so open, 
for one had a wig and the other had the characteristic afflic¬ 
tion of the class—that tired feeling. 

When we went back to school that year we found some 
slight changes. Smyth had full charge of the English; and 
Farr was missing from his usual place in Snyder’s room, a 
new man, Mr. DuBois, being in his place. We soon fell into 
his good graces, but he evidently had never heard of the 
reputation of the Scientific Class. 

However, he took us out surveying one day. We went 
to the Poplar street entrance of the Park, where Splinter Steel 
and Dillan staked off a field, and Hurlburt, who had by this 
time grown into a conceited and bossy individual, took the 
instrument, as he always did when he got his chance. The 
class laid that field off in its accustomed way of doing 
things, Mr. DuBois’ voice often pathetically rising on the 


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words, “ Hurry up ! I want to get home by morning.” When 
the time did come to go home, the question arose as to who 
was to take back the instruments. Nobody wanted to go ; 
so the result was that each and every fellow was obliged to 
parade down to school next morning with some such thing 
as a tripod, a hatchet, or a pole. 

We went out several times afterwards. Nixon never 
came on time, always being about an hour late. The last 
time we went out to the Park, we went with the intention of 
working hard, and, by the way, Prof. Snyder mustered up 
courage enough to get out late that afternoon. 

We had a level, transit, poles, etc. Mr. DuBois started 
off with the transit party and left Hurlburt in charge of the 
level party, which he took care of very well until the transit 
party were.through their work; then Nixon, who was with 
the transit party, came over to wake up Bowen, who was 
holding the pole for Hurlburt. Nixon immediately pro¬ 
ceeded to take out of the ground the stake over which 
Bowen was holding the pole, and to plant the pole down in 
its place; and when he was told he had by so doing spoiled 
the work of the day, he merely said, “ Ain’t I glad! Now I 
can go home.” But the fun was that he couldn’t go home; for 
he had to wait for his wagon to take the transit and level 
home, while Prof. Snyder and Mr. DuBois, with long-drawn 
faces, started homeward with the rest of the class. They 
never went out but once again that year, and then only around 
the streets, where there were no stakes for Nixon to pull up. 

We took up Astronomy that year. We found nothing 
exciting about star-gazing at night; but were often in a happy 
frame of mind, after tramping down to Broad and Green at 
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Physical Course. 


That very highly educated crowd of fellows, known as 
the “ Physical ” Section of the Class of ’94, came together 
as a class in the month of February, A. D. 1891. That 
eventful month must have been a very stormy one, as the 
history of the class has been very eventful and stormy; and 
the only thing that made it so was its beginning in such 
a rough time of the year. See? 

This course of study dropped Latin, and so, as usual, 
some base slanderer said that all those who took the “ Physi¬ 
cal ” course did so to get out of Latin. Now that crop- 
eared, blaspheming, one suited knave (Shakesperian talk) 

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should have been—but no, I will not say it; for really, as 
you can see from the faces of this illustrious class, its mem¬ 
bers were not students; and to get rid of “ Caesar ” Stuart, 
they chose the Science Course. 

This course always gave to its members a bad name ; 
if a Physical fellow came near a Regular the latter would 
keep a weather eye open. But it was all a mistake; if, some 
times, the Regular would get a pocket full of water, that was 
probably his own fault. And then it taught him by practical 
methods to be sharp; and I am sure that was something 
gained by these Latin “ Snobs ” through their intercourse 
with the Physicals. 

Merrill, the great “ I Am ” of the class, said that if any 
fellow put water around him he would break his neck, or 
something on that order. This didn’t phase anybody, for 
one day the great “ I Am ” was standing in front of Prof. 
Kellar’s pneumatic trough, when a dare-devil Physical put a 
hose in the “ G. I. A’s” pocket and turned on the water. 
Merrill changed his coat, swore, looked mad, swore some 
more, and the Physical wasn’t touched. 

The class showed a marked spirit of knocking anything 
like the above out of a fellow, and they did it without being 
swotted in return. Another instance :— 

Sammy Steer, who would about chew a person alive 
if he touched his sacred person, was excused to go to a 
wedding. Sammy looked sweet and sugary, and wore a 
lovely necktie, and a hot Willie smile was seen to smole over 
his face. He came into the cafe. Ferguson and Sundheim 
were posted there to send all comers into the Lab. 
He was told that Hansell wanted to see him about join¬ 
ing the Camera Club. The door was opened, and in 
he went. The instant he got in, about six sponges were 


heaved at his head. He ran for the door and found it 
held on the outside, and then he swore a cuss word, but 
finding it of no avail he tried the dark-room door and was 
let in by Cutler; but he wished he hadn’t went, for he was 
struck the prettiest smack in the face by a sponge from the 
experienced hand of Cutler that anyone ever saw. Now, 
what did his “ clean ” face, white collar, pretty necktie and 
spotless shirt front look like ? You all can imagine and then 
die. Sam was wroth, but that was all the good it did him. 

We were a great class indeed. All the young men 
were bright and cheery, and loving and kind. But the 
thought is too much to take in at once, so “ Let us pray.” 

A mighty class in deeds of arms and diplomacy. 
(“ Good Point.”) Yes. Fred. Hansell, the most popular 
man of the Class of ’94; Gustavus Sickels, the most unpop¬ 
ular man in the class; “Judge” Ferguson, Secretary of the 
Class of ’94 and Chairman of Record Committee; Peter 
Brearly, the kid of the class. Were we not a collection of 
stars ? We couldn’t be touched. 

Under the careful guidance* of Prof. Smyth the class 
read “King Lear;” and read how Goneril gouged Gloster's 
eyes out, and as she did it said, “ Out, vile jelly, out! ” So 
the regulars immediately started the cry, “ Out, vile Physi¬ 
cal.” And that unappropriate quotation stuck to the class 
until it was no more. 

The course of study was one with variations, like an 
opera mixed in with a variety show. When Prof. Lacy was 
not doing something for Prof. Houston or Johnson, we had 
steady and good work; but when he was upstairs “ Rome 
was made to howl ” louder than ever. Sponges, blocks of 
wood, freezing mixtures, etc., were to be seen flying through 
the air like molecules on a large scale. And then, when the 


Prof, would return, he would wonder why so many fellows 
were trying to dry out around the stove. 

Putting mercury down each other’s backs was an ordi¬ 
nary pastime, and it was quite a mystery to the officials 
where the fifteen pounds of mercury went in so short a time. 
I am told that fifteen laboratories at least were fitted up at 
the expense of the tax-payers of Philadelphia town. Brooks 
and Christopher had excellent Labs, at their respective 
homes. 

The class held the large head of Thos. Lee, Esq.; and 
I can say that was very heavy, because he made all the fel¬ 
lows tired. But his father was a Democratic politician, so 
what can you expect ? 

“ Wache ” Scatchard and “ Butcher ” Metzger kept the 
class in with the female fraternity, and Sullivan, with the 
pugilists. 

Besides Physics we took Analytical Geometry, Prof 
Schock and Mechanics. Of these three branches, Prof Schock 
was the most amusing. We made it a rule to get him mad 
regularly once a week, and then he would boil. One day 
he called us “ dirty skunks ” and other lovely phrases. 
Then Mechanics, or “ Snyderamics,” was very interesting, 
especially the works in French, which Prof. Snyder read to us 
in French, imagining that we knew all about that language. 

The class, as a whole, was very mischievous and un¬ 
ruly; and we justly made Prof Lacy provoked when we 
upset the Laboratory. But still he always stood by the 
Physical Class in trouble and in peace. Each and every 
member of the class hopes that he will pardon them for 
their behavior, and feels assured that he will forgive them, 
because it was all done in fun. 


So to Prof. Lacy we say adieu as the Physical Class of 
’94 steps out from the Central High School to the •excite¬ 
ment of busy life, feeling that he had a large share in mak¬ 
ing men out of them. 


CHRISTOPHER 

LANGSHAW 

BREARLEY 

LAWS 

SICKLES 

CUTLER 

HANSELL 

LEE 

’ HENSIL 

FERGUSON 

SCATCHARD 

METZGER 

SUNDHEIM 

BROOKS 

SULLIVAN 



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“a brace of chemists.” 

Multum in Parvo. 

For the benefit of the Physicals, and other fellows, who 
did not take Latin, we will give a free translation of the 
above motto. It means that we are little, but—oh, my! 
And now you want to know why we are so small in num¬ 
bers. Well, the chief reason is, because we only have two 
in the class. 

But even this small class is subject to Prof. Lacy’s jokes. 
For instance : one day the aforesaid professor brought a 
visitor down to the Lab., and before he had both feet inside 
the door, he said something to this effect: “ The members 

of this class are always in very high standing, Mr.-,” 

mentioning the visitor’s name. The visitor looked at Prof. 
Lacy with a pitying expression on his benign countenance, 
and said: “Yes?” with a i8/-mile-away look in his piercing 
gray eye ; and one-half of the class—Roeske—let a beaker 

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fall on the floor. Two seconds later, a close observer might 
have noticed a pale blue halo around his devoted head. 

Another visitor, who comes to see us quite often, is 
Prof. Smyth. His visits are about like this : Door opens, 
enter Prof. Smyth : “ Good-morning, to you, Prof. Carter. 
Ho, Fitz, what kind of a ‘ hell-broth ’ are you making 
now?” Exit Prof. Smyth. Time, 1.29J. 

What a radical difference in civilization may be found in 
one community! It may be noticed in our own school. 
Take a trip around the school; visit the French room, Room 
7, and Mr. Berger’s room. Then come down to our Lab. 
The first great advance you will notice is the utter absence 
of the “ pony express ” which is so common in all the other 
rooms you have visited But let us tell you on the Q. T. 
that the absence of the pony express is due to the fact that 
we haven’t enough of “ riders ” to make the plan a success. 
Another thing you will notice is that we don’t have to be 
“ enlightened on the cases,” because we know the position of 
every case, and box, and bottle, in the Lab. Again, you 
never hear Prof. Carter say “ Go down to ze prezidant,” 
first, because he could not twist his tongue correctly; and, 
secondly, when we go to the president [for a record book, 
or on a like mission] we go up. Lastly, you never hear the 
expression “you fellows are making a farce of this thing,” 
because we are far above the flighty diversions of the farce ; 
and have soared to the sublime heights of tragedy. 

Our latest tragedy is here adjoined. It shows you what 
we have on file in the way of plays. 

THE RIP-TAIL ROESKE OF LAB. 3 ; 

OR, 

THE ORIGIN OF THE RAT-TAIL FILE. 

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It was five o’clock on Thursday afternoon. The Lab. 
was full of the fumes of 11 2 S and (NH 4 ) Cl. Ever and 
anon, through the murky atmosphere, came the subdued 
rumble of far-off thunder—Sam was cleaning upstairs—and 
the tinkling of the brooklet in the corner sink, as it purled its 
way over the soft edges, of pieces of broken glass, seemed 
hushed by the oppressive stillness—stillness that was only 
broken by the plaintive ticking of the clock and by the gentle 
“boom-de-ay” of a wandering minstrel on Brandywine 
street—sounds that only tend to deepen the solitude and 
your vocab. of cuss words. 

Suddenly there came a blinding flash—Prof. Carter had 
stepped on a match—followed by a rattling crash. Sam had 
dropped his brush downstairs, and in the lurid flash Roeske 
saw, crouching in the corner, a superb rat. With one mighty 
bound he was at the side of the fierce creature and seized 
it by its magnificent caudal appendage. Prof. Carter, seeing 
the heroic act, seized a broken piece of window glass, and, 
with the unerring aim of the Tertiary duck-hunter, let fly at 
the animal. 

The tail has been coated with iron, and is now doing 
humble service in the Lab. 


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The Regulars in Latin 


“ When we first came to the High School 
We were Freshmen, green as grass, 

• Now, as grave and revern’d Seniors, 

We can contemplate the past.” 

(Extract from Ninety-three’s Class Poem.) 

That’s the way I’m contemplating it : as a member of the 
Regular Section, filled with memories of Stuart’s First Year 
in Latin, Caesar and Cicero, of Harkness’ Latin Grammar, 
and of Searing’s Virgil. I take up my incompetent pen, 
prepared to make some disclosures that will take away much 
of the Freshman’s awe for “ that fellow what goes in by the 
front door, what goes into the president’s room without being 
a bit scared and what talks with the president and Prof. 
Stuart.” 

During the first year, Prof. Sam Berger taught us 

“ mensa, mens-” But I’d better not. What a terrible 

lesson to study that first declension was ! After struggling 
with it for a long time, we came to the conclusion that “ Latin 
isn’t any good to a fellow anyhow. Why on earth do they 
make us study such nonsense ? ” But we soon got over 
that, found that Mr. Berger was a good professor to play 
our jokes on, and consequently proceeded to worry the life 
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a Wednesday, in “ Little Heaven,*’ (where we were to recite), 
when one of our number put some assafcetida in the stove. 
But we remember better still how he shut all the doors and 
windows, made the stove red hot, and had us stay for a 
whole hour in a room filled with a horrible stench, and with 
a temperature of ninety degrees. 

“ We’ll never go there any more.” That did not take 
out our love of mischief, however, and Mr. Berger’s awful 
and frequently repeated threat—“ Gentlemen, if you want to 
be ruled with a rod of iron, I’ll do it! ^4//-keep-QUIET ! ”— 
still brings up many happy recollections. 

Sophomore year saw us with Prof. Stuart, armed with a 
grammar and a Csesar. Was the Caesar ever opened ? 
Well, hardly ever ! Prof. S. considered our previous train¬ 
ing as good for nothing, so we were made to study grammar 
—especially “ oratia obliqua ”—for a long time. This was 
all well enough so far as marks went, but when Stuart began 
to call on us to recite in Caesar, a long string of “ ducks ” 
would fly across his roll-book. From practicing our “ Don’t 
known ” chorus each time we went in the room, we soon 
had it down fine. 

Junior year welcomed us as a class much reduced in 
numbers; for many of our former chums had taken the 
Classical, Physical or Chemical Course. As a consequence 
of having this smaller class, and of getting questions more 
frequently, we soon got on better terms with the subject and 
the professor. Some of us, who couldn’t study Virgil by our 
lonesome, procured “ ponies,” some of which (especially the 
“ Interlinears ”) were easily ridden. Probably Wiener and 
Stiles were the most expert horsemen in the class. Now was 
the time when we began to hear our Prof’s sonorous voice 
sing out in clarion tones snatches like the following:— 


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Arma vlr umque cano, etc. Then came the bane of 
our lives—the principal parts of the verbs and points of 
grammar. Stuart again gave an exhibition of his vocal 
powers in shouting :— 

Cano, cangrT, cecmT, cantum. 

In executing this solo, he would begin “ pianissimo/’ 
put on a “crescendo,” and by the time he reached the' 
“cantum” would be shouting away “ ffff” like a steam- 
calliope. Aye, we gods did shake ! (a la E. Lacy). Stuart’s 
practical illustrations of what Virgil meant were always 
immensely enjoyed, but when the exams, came— “ the 
romance ends right there.” 

Just twelve young men (for weren’t we Seniors ?), like so 
many survivors of a company that had been through three 
hard campaigns, answered “ here ” to the roll-call in Sep¬ 
tember. We had come to “beard the lion in his den” for 
one more year. To the question, “ Are you going to study 
this year?” there always came an emphatic “You bet!” In 
fact, we were all prepared to study (most of us with ponies). 
But we found that old Cicero, in all his sweet words about 
Catiline, wasn’t near as hard to translate as our “ ancient foe,” 
Virgil. Marks pulled up a very great deal, and a seven 
soon got to be considered as a very plebian sort of a mark. 
Prof. Stuart made himself very friendly with us, and one 
thing we will always feel thankful to him for was his habit 
of reading our lessons for us (instead of hearing a recitation) 
on the days following holidays, class entertainments and the 
like. 

Personally, Prof. Stuart, with his precise habits and 
“ exact methods,” always caused much amusement to the 
class. For example, one day we had just finished reading 
our advance. Grayhurst was called up to read the review, 


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and was just beginning, when Stuart calmly said, “ Excuse 
me, Grayhurst, till I remove my ‘ chewing-gum.’ ” With 
much dignity he then arose, went to his cuspidore behind 

his desk and emptied his mouth of a quid and a lot of-, 

returned to his seat and went on with the recitation as if 
nothing had happened. The exhibition of little eccentricities 
like this frequently occurred, and they acted as relishes to 
our minds saturated (? ) with learning. 

Well, now it is all over, and no doubt every one of us 
would like to travel over the same path again. But since we 
are now about to part, perhaps never to meet again as the 
“ dirty dozen,” let us fill up our glasses, bid care to the 
breeze, and pledge health, long life and prosperity to 


THE REGULARS IN LATIN. 



The Magnet. 


Editor-in- Chief , 

Charles H. Wilson. 

Associate Editors , 

Edward Wiener, 

John Wanamaker, 3d, James R. Wells, Jr. 

Business Manager , 

Herbert J. Wetherill. 


It can hardly be said of the editors of the Magnet that 
they were elected to office just to see their names in print, 
but from the amount of work done by some of them it would 
seem as if that was the only idea in their heads. Noticeable 
among the latter was Wanamaker, who never did anything 
but have his name on the paper, and receive his share of the 
dividends. 

It would probably be well to tell our readers just when 
the Magnet was first published. It was in November, 1890, 
when we were all big Freshmen, that the Magnet Company 
was organized ; it was then that the stock market was flooded 


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by one hundred shares of Magnet stock; it was then that 
the speculators of ’94 began immediately to buy it in for its 
par value; it was then that twenty-five shares remained so 
that the company unanimously decided to devote the remain¬ 
ing stock to the interests of the staff. It was a month or so 
afterward, when the elections came round again, that the 
editors found it necessary to buy up a considerably larger 
portion of stock in case they wished to keep the editorial 
chairs (which they did); it was then that the class lost all 
interest in the paper; and it was then that the company 
suspended. 

Our great and worthy business manager would not 
obtain advertisements, consequently, Wiener and Wilson had 
to go around town after charity (?); and they succeeded in 
inducing a firm that manufactured white-lead, also a whole¬ 
sale tobacco house, a baby-coach firm, and several other 
companies to help the editors, who at some future time 
might be (but not likely) noted journalists. 


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Well, we said we would, and we did. 

Listen to what the self-appreciating editor of ’93 had to 
say of himself: “ The students of the schools of to-day feel 
that The Mirror in corning years, while profiting by his ex¬ 
perience, will never go beyond the high standard to which 
he has brought it.” In this he wrought his own folly; and 
profiting bv this lesson at his expense, and invoking the aid 
of all-powerful Jove, we pledge our pen to only the ink of 
moral truth. 

The Mirror is the only representative journal published 
in the school. From time to time new publications have 
shed spasmodic intellectual light, often aiming to rival The 
Mirror. But through them all, The Mirror has marched for 
eight years with undimmed prestige , looking down upon her 
contemporaries as does the philosopher upon the pranks of 
wayward youth. 

Naturally, therefore, it was a bone of considerable con¬ 
tention as to who should have the honor (and labor), I 
should reverse these, of filling the positions on the staff, when 
the class became Seniors. 

In the middle of the Junior year, at least six months 
before it would fall into our management, the question be¬ 
came of such widespread discussion that, for the sake of 


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preserving the normal mental condition of the candidates 
unimpaired, it was deemed advisable to elect the editors 
then and there. 

For weeks ahead, there were innumerable class cau- 
cusses, and the quantity and quality of “ wire-pulling ” 
sandwiched in between “ cinnamon buns ” and “ bottle-fly 
pies ” would put in the shade the best efforts of a starving 
auctioneer in “ dull times.” 

However, everything earthly has its limitations, and so, 
with much speaking and speech-making, the staff for the 
XIV Vol. was elected, and the waters once more ran back 
to their former level. 

Nothing further was heard of The Mirror by the class 
until the appearance of the first number in September of our 
last year. 

Then came the rub! The staff had a nut to crack 
worthy more powerful and experienced jaws than theirs. 
The preceding volume had at its head a man of peculiar 
gifts—gifts so utterly peculiar of tricks that he had pro¬ 
duced, regardless of expense, an elegant sheet. He had 
produced the best Mirror the school had seen. Toward 
this north star of an editor the magnetic needles of the 
associate editors had become unerringly fixed. Each column 
had become “par excellence .” But—and here was the 
hardest rub of all—at what a cost this had been done! 

The Mirror of ’93 as a financial enterprise had been a 
dismal failure—a failure due to the same peculiar gifts of 
this same editor. 

Each editor of our staff was determined to equal the 
work of his predecessor; so, accordingly, A. Guy Reber, 
editor-in-chief, began to place himself in communication with 
the prominent men of the Country, soliciting articles; C. 


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Wesley Burns proceeded to scrape acquaintance with, and 
worry the life out of, all the school Alumni he could lay 
tongue on; Gus Sickles drove through his head an idea 
containing the creation of a musical department; A 1 Hurl- 
burt immediately increased his acquaintances among his 
“ Sister-College ’’-friends in a manner so rapid as to lead to 
suspicions of his mode. Carl Martin, as sporting editor, 
began to lose flesh, and Lin Ferguson “ did nothing,” in a 
manner that was a credit to his name. 

But the worrying was left to Geo. Merrill’s care. And 
by the condition of his hair, it looks as though he had 
gathered in all the worriment—and money—he could find 
within reach. In a month his hair began to turn; in two, 
he had grey patches on all sides; and to-day, he would be 
entirely bald—if it were not for what hair there is left. 

As business manager, he didn’t see how he could pro¬ 
duce a proper equal in topography to last year’s and at the 
same time make a few hundred dollars for a class day. How¬ 
ever, by some scheming, he gathered together much capital, 
and by personal solicitation, obtaining many “ advertise¬ 
ments,” he placed the paper upon a foundation satisfactory 
in its promises of material gain. 

After the first issue, A. Guy Reber was forced to resign 
owing to pressure of outside affairs. His position was re¬ 
filled by Wm. F. Craig. C. Wesley Burns advanced to the 
Belles Lettres column, his vacancy being filled by Fred. K. 
Hansell. 

About this time there was trouble with the printers, 
who, because our manager was a school-boy, thought him 
unsophisticated. He was—in their way of doing business— 
and there was lots of fun in which lawyers occupied the fore¬ 
ground. Within a week of the appearance of the second 


number, Merrill changed printers and brought it out on 
time. 

All went smoothly as a “ marriage bell ” until the end 
of the first half volume, at which time the term of office of 
the staff expired. 

At election, all the old men were re-elected except Gus 
Sickles, Geo. Merrill and Fred Nixon. The first was 
succeeded by Ray Stall and the last by Henry Macfadden. 
But the fun came when after unanimous nomination Merrill 
refused. Everybody got mad at everybody, and the meeting 
broke up; but he considered that, as business manager, his 
duties were not to do everything, but write the bare editorials. 
This is what he had been doing and he was tired of it. He 
had considered matters and his mind was made up. 

The difficulty seemed to be solved when another posi¬ 
tion was added to the staff. The only way in which to meet 
the growing demands of the paper’s growth seemed to be 
the creating of a Managing Editorship. Merrill was placed 
in this and John Dotterer given the Business Managership. 

Then came the days of fun. From then on there 
existed a dual warfare among three persons. Craig and 
Dotterer united against Merrill in a contest as to who shall 
have his name in the largest type in the editorial column. 
This is about all there was to enliven the publication of the 
latter half of the volume ; for, under such an arrangement, 
all went smoothly, and it can be placed to the credit of 
Ninety-four that she created on The Mirror the Managing 
Editorship. That it has proven worth the trial may be 
attested by the fact that next year’s staff includes the position 
also. Our editors were somewhat handicapped in the matter 
of having no editorial rooms proper at the school. Hereto¬ 
fore The Mirror has always had at its disposal certain rooms 


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in the neighborhood of the observatory. Last year’s staff 
even enjoyed this privilege. And there lies the secret of our 
exclusion. They so abused the privilege that all attempts 
to negotiate for their use was denied the management of 
Ninety-four. 

But despite these, and trifling other discouragements, 
we feel that we can say, with all becoming modesty, that they 
did pretty well. The literary standard might have been 
better, but the typographical appearance and financial 
management far exceeded that of any other year, and was, 
to speak conservatively, satisfactory. 

Every issue contained a frontispiece engraving of some 
school group or other interesting subject, made especially 
for The Mirror. The covers, designed by Mr. Ferguson, of 
’94, were printed in colors. The interior was enlivened by 
illustrations, appropriate and suggestive of the departments. 

While we feel that ’94’s Mirror held its own in literary 
style, we can say, without hesitation, that they made of The 
Mirror a newspaper as well as a magazine. Especially did 
it cater to the wants of the students in sporting information 
and all local affairs. 


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THE MIRROR 


The Mirror 

A Monthly Magazine. 

Published in the interests of the 
CENTRA!, HIGH SCHOOL OF PHILADELPHIA 


Entered at Philadelphia P. O. as second class 
matter. 


Official Organ of the Associated Alumni. 


EDITOR-IN-CHIEF : 

WILLIAM F. CRAIG. 

ASSOCIATE EDITORS: 

C. Wesley Burns . Belles Lettres. 

Roy L, Stall . Class and School. 

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I set you up a glass, 

Where you may see the inmost part of you 



£F}HE High School Committee 
has again kindly, though 
perhaps unconsciously, fur¬ 
nished us with material—a sub¬ 
ject at least. This time it is no 
less important a fact than their 


recommendation of Mr. Benjamin 
F. Lacy to the board of Education 
for the professorship recently 
held by Prof. Edwin J. Houston. 

Of the wisdom of their action 
and the ability of the person of 
their choice to fill the position we 
shall not speak. The fact that it 
is done by the High School 

W AVE you a ticket for the 
Seniors’ Entertainment ? 
If not, get one by all 
means before you continue read¬ 
ing this article. The reading 
can wait but the tickets might 
all be sold and then you’ll regret 
that you were not more punctual. 

Those having the entertain¬ 
ment in charge have been most 
active in their endeavors to bring 
it to a worthy close and the in¬ 
dications are that they will suc¬ 
ceed. Neither time nor expense 
has been spared in the arrange¬ 
ments. Have you done your part ? 
Don’t forget the place—New 
Century Drawing Room, 124 
South Twelfth street. Time, 
8 o’clock. 


W E feel tempted to resurrect 
some of the old pleas for 
a New High School 
Building and shall no doubt do. 
so very soon, notwithstanding the 
fact that we know money has 
been appropriated for its erection. 
So serious a matter has it become 
and indeed has been for a long 
time that some one must be 
accountable for its delay. 


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Ninety=four before the 
Footlights. 


The first entertainment given by the Class of ’94, was held 
in the New Century Drawing Rooms, on December 8, 1893. 
On that night two short farces were produced, namely, 
“ Chums ” and “ Lend Me Five Shillings.” The universal 
comment, after the performance was that it was the best 
entertainment ever given by the High School. Of course ! 
How could it be otherwise? Didn’t the Class of Ninety- 
four have charge of it? And didn’t Prof. Lacy act as cur¬ 
tain-dropper ? 

It will, perhaps, interest some of you to know of the 
great time we had at rehearsals, and of the difficulty (?) we 
experienced in persuading fellows to act. 

After many changes, we chose the following as the 
dramatis personce of “ Chums : ” Mr. Breed , Mr. Green, ’95 ; 
Harry Breed , from Harvard, Mr. Conroy, ’95 ; Tom Burn¬ 
ham , Harry's chum, Mr. Morse, ’94; Zeke y boy of no work, 
Mr. Nixon, ’94; Flora Strong , Mr. Ferguson, ’94; Mrs. 
Breed , Mr. Hurlburt, ’94. 

Then we got along swimmingly with the cast of “ Lend 
Me Five Shillings,” until we reached the parts of Mrs. Major 
Phobbs and Mrs. Capi. Phobbs. Now what should we do for 
girls? Whom could we get? After trying all sorts of 
plans we went to Prof. Farr, as we knew he had a large 


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list of friends, and asked him whether he couldn’t get two 
young ladies to take the parts. But he innocently said that, 
although he knew several girls when he was a little boy and 
went to the High School, he had grown too old for girls 
now and didn’t know any. We thought this rather queer; 
but we “ said nothing and sawed wood.” At last we suc¬ 
ceeded in getting the two young ladies, whose names appear 
below, to take the parts, and the cast was made up as 
follows : Mr. Golightly , Mr. Martin, ’94; Capt. Phobbs , Mr. 
Reber, ’94 ; Capt. Spruce , Mr. Wiener, ’94; Mr. Morland , 
Mr. Sickles, ’94 ; Sam , Mr. Buckley, ’94; Harry , Mr. Nixon, 
’94 ; Mrs. Major Phobbs , Miss Mumford ; Mrs. Capt . Phobbs , 
Miss Plaisted. 

The Class of ’94 takes this opportunity to thank these 
young ladies for their great kindness in consenting to act. 
It is to them that we owe a great deal of our first success. 

Of the rehearsals for the play of “ Chums,” we can say 
very little, as we were not able to attend very many. All 
we can remember of the amusing incidents that occurred 
was, that those who had any embracing to do found it very 
hard to get accustomed to embracing one of their own sex. 
They said it went against the grain, and that it was so much 
time wasted. We also remember Greeney’s yelling out with 
great gusto and delight, “ She may wear white, Harry , may 
wear white or striped.” 

The rehearsals of “ Lend Me Five Shillings ” were, on 
the whole, more orderly. The only thing which caused much 
merriment was when those who were off the stage would 
get into such animated conversations that it would take the 
combined powers and lungs of the stage manager and the 
one who was awaiting the cue to bring them on again. 


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At last the November wheel finished its revolution, and 
December took a turn and stopped at number eight. The 
looked for day had arrived, and ’94’s success as entertainers 
depended on the work of that evening. What the result was 
you all know. We established our claims “ beyond all 
manner of doubt.” 

It now remains for us to thank all those who were not 
connected with the class for their kindness in giving their 
aid. We thank them with all our heart. 


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The Second Entertainment 


The writer feels tempted to adopt the plan followed by 
several contributors to the book, that is, to say that the 
entertainment was a brilliant success because he took part, 
then make some irrelevant remark, then mention his own 
name, then make another irrelevant remark, then mention his 
own name, ad infinitum , taking advantage of the fact that, 
the article being unsigned, nobody will know he wrote it. 

But he will not. His natural modesty and the fear of 
being found out prevent him. After all though, there is 
nothing radically wrong in working one’s buccinator muscle 
for one’s own advantage. “ He that bloweth not his own 
trumpet, it shall not be blowed ”—“ But I’ll be blowed if 
this is not off the subject,” as the King of Dahomey said 
when he sliced his courtier’s head off with a meat-saw. 

Hear what one of our brightest and most enterprising 
newspapers (it gave us the largest notice) had to say about 
the play :— 

“ HIGH SCHOOL BOYS PLAY. 

“the senior class gives w. s. gilbert’s ‘tom COBB.’ 

“ The second dramatic entertainment given by the 
Senior Class of the Central High School took place last 
night at the New Century Drawing Room, Twelfth and 

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Sansom streets, and proved a success, both socially and 
dramatically. The play presented by the students was the 
comedy, 4 Tom Cobb; or, Fortune’s Toy,’ written by W. S. 
Gilbert. 

“ The players’ classmates, accompanied by their best 
girls, crowded the pretty room to its utmost, and applauded 
each member of the company as he appeared on the stage. 

“ The impersonation of girls by the boys was a source 
of amusement and admiration for the girls, who could be 
overheard to say, as they came out on the stage with manly 
strides, ‘ Oh ! doesn’t he make a sweet girl, but such feet 
and hands.’ 

“ Notwithstanding the large feet and hands, the female 
characters were very clever and received rounds of applause. 

“ The part of Colonel O'Fipp was played in an admir¬ 
able manner by C. N. Martin. L. Ferguson made an excel¬ 
lent Mrs. Effingham. Among the others who deserved 
credit for their acting were E. Wiener, J. E. Rickert and 
A. Hurlburt. 

“ After the play, the actors and their friends lingered to 
indulge in a dance.” 

The programme read :— 

Col. O'Fipp, An Irish Adventurer, . . . C. N. Martin. 



Matilda O'Fipp, the Colonel’s daughter, . A. C. Buckley. 



[a. Hurlburt. 

A. B. Houseman. 


[ J. Sundheim, 
j L. Ferguson, 
j J. E. Rickert, 


Caroline Effingham, J 
Footman , .... 


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Christmas Entertainment of 
Ninety=four. 


It is a time-worn custom at the C. H. S. that, before 
dispersing for the Christmas holidays, the students, in 
celebration of the unusual event—only once a year—should 
give an entertainment to themselves and as many of their 
friends as can get inside the rattle-trap, broken-windowed, 
twisted-chandeliered chapel. 

Of course the Seniors successively run the affair each 
year, and accordingly we took in hand the management and 
glory and sorrow of the entertainment on December I, 1893. 
Yes, sorrow! For that was the last day on which our dear 
“ Henny ’—otherwise known as Prof. Henry Clark John¬ 
son—presided at the rostrum. 

And, as Merrill said in his presentation address later in 
the day, “ that while during Prof. Johnson’s administration 
we may not have shown our regard and appreciation of the 
president’s worth, yet we were unwilling that he should 
depart from our midst unenlightened as to our sentiments.” 

Of course George was putting it on as he would have 
with a whitewash brush ; but he knew in what manner Johnson 
had been virtually forced to resign by the unmistakable but 
questionable acts of some of the professors; and he was 


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making as happy a man of poor “ Henny ” and as jealous a 
crowd of the professors as possible. 

According to regulations, the programme could not 
begin until 11.30 A. m. ; and for fifteen minutes after the 
assemblage of the boys at that time, pandemonium—attired 
in faultless linen—reigned supreme. Not even “ fatty” 
Houston, with his inseparable palm-leaf fan and pockets 
stuffed full of “ honest convictions,” could check the boys 
in their acclamations; for Prof. Johnson was upon the plat¬ 
form for the last time. 

The elements themselves, in their greatest activity, will 
in time seek quiet and sublimity, and so this sea of surging 
humanity finally rippled back to quiet. 

Then came the entertainment proper. The orchestra 
discoursed some stale discords, followed by one of Prof. 
Smyth’s noted readings from Dickens, which was noticeable 
for its length. 

Next, the School Banjo Club twitted and twanged to 
the delight of all, i. e. } to all those who could not hear 
strings and bridges breaking and snapping. 

Conroy and Sickles, successively, respectively and 
respectfully, not to say susceptibly, favored the audience, and 
then “sweet music” (I don’t think) was wafted to and fro 
by the Glee Club. 

A selection by the orchestra closed the first lesson. 

Burns got first shot in the second round with a power¬ 
fully delivered declamation, straight from the diaphragm. 

After some straining of vocal chords by Keller, our 
inimitable Carl Martin convulsed the audience with some 
“ Dundreary Proverbs.” 

There was more work by the Glee and Banjo Clubs, 
interspersed with a Shakesperian reading by Prof. E. Lacy 


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which was duly appreciated, and then President Merrill 
made his speech, ending with the following words:— 

“ As the representative of that part of the school that 
best knows and appreciates the result of your efforts of the 
last half decade, I have the satisfaction of presenting to you 
in the name of the Senior Class, this set of resolutions.” 
(Presenting a framed set of engrossed resolutions). 

Johnson was completely surprised and much moved by 
emotion. It was with difficulty that he could frame and 
enunciate a few grateful sentences in reply. 

We had not done with him, however. Immediately 
Prof. Johnson had ceased speaking, Edward Wiener gained 
the platform, and, in one of those neat, flowery speeches of 
his, presented, on behalf of the school, a beautiful sterling 
salad bowl with fork and spoon. 

Matters had now reached a crisis, and when Johnson 
said, “ Boys, I can’t make a speech to thank you,” many of 
the boys could with difficulty keep back the unmanning 
tears. 

Such was his departure, and such was the end of our 
Christmas Entertainment. 

RESOLUTIONS PRESENTED TO PRESIDENT JOHNSON. 

At a special meeting of the Senior Class of the Central 
High School of Philadelphia, held December 12, 1893, the 
following resolutions were adopted :— 

Whereas, It has pleased Professor Henry Clark Johnson 
to resign from the Presidency of the Faculty of the Boys’ 
Central High School of Philadelphia; and 

Whereas, We entertain for him that respect and esteem 
which have been engendered by his many estimable qualities ;• 
and 


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Whereas, Under his government universal progress has 
been made in the advancement of the scholastic reputation of 
that institution ; therefore be it 

Resolved , That we, the members of the Class of ’94, 
express our deep and enduring appreciation of his unvarying 
courtesy towards us, and his indefatigable efforts for our 
practicable and liberal enlightenment; also, 

Resolved , That we tender to Professor Johnson every 
sentiment of gratitude as a partial acknowledgment of our 
great obligation to his zealous personality, and we hope that 
the memories of our academic intercourse may ever linger 
with him as pleasant thoughts. 



Desdemona. 


She was our darling. We loved her once and guarded 
her with a passionate devotion. She was at that time young 
and handsome, and her figure was great. 


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When we made her acquaintance she had no head. She 
had probably lost it over some handsome youth of a former 
class. But, as I said before, her figure was great, and we did 
not mind such a little thing as a missing head. Our first 
meeting was quite romantic. We discovered her in a dark 
and loathsome dungeon under ihe platform in the lecture 
room. We gallantly grabbed hold of her feet and dragged 
her out. Then we conveyed her to the back of the lecture 
room and stowed her under a bench. Here she remained 
until that ferocious ogre, Sam Dutton, discovered her and 
dragged her back to prison. 

Do you think we allowed her to remain there? No, by 
Hercules (this is a Ciceronian cuss-word), we did not. Our 
chivalrous hearts were roused. We rescued her at recess, 
and placed her in the chair that Benny Lacy was to occupy 
the next hour. This may have looked like a reflection on 
Mr. Lacy, as Desdemona had no head, but we did not mean 
it thus. Indeed we didn’t. 

Mr. Lacy took the joke with good grace, until the boys 
nearly took the roof off with weeping and melancholy noises. 
Thereupon Mr. Lacy’s bile was roused, or, as JHomer says, 
“ he was wrathful in his heart.” (Interlinear, page 143.) The 
result of his choler was an examination which was no joke. 

The ogre again appeared, grabbed our darling, and 
carried her off to the loathsome coal cellar. 

This insult made us very indignant. Several plans by 
which we hoped to avenge her were discussed. We deter¬ 
mined to hoist her up to Prof. Straube’s room, and get her the 
position of assistant professor of High Saxon. But this was 
found to be impracticable. Then it was decided that she 
should be hoisted far up on the flag-pole. This plan 
was also flagged (very good joke). 


During these tumultuous times, Desdemona lost a 
lower limb. She is not the only person in the school who 
has had her (or his) “ leg pulled.” Some of her good looks 
went with her leg. As we had loved her partly for her form 
and not altogether for her qualities of mind, our affection 
began to lessen. 

This illustrates the fickle character of the average Cen¬ 
tral High School boy. The mere fact that one of her 
kickers was gone made us cipher her no more. 

She is now “ in facibus requiescat.” This means “ rest 
in pieces,” (Interlinear, p. 77). I write this for the benefit of 
the great unwashed public; not of my fellow-students. 

Some time, in the dim and distant future, she may be 
reunited and restored to her former prominence. But never 
again will she be loved as we loved her. 

Fare thee well, Desdemona. 

(“ Desdemona ” was a stuffed manikin without a head, 
or, as Sam Dutton called it, “the maneke.” She was pulled 
up the flag-pole, one leg missing, on December 22d, by 
the united efforts of the “ Sehr Bummers ” and “ Three 
Thousand Doughnuts” Clubs. Viewed by the admiring 
public for half an hour, brought down and hid for future use.) 


The Phi Beta Literary 
Society. 


OFFICERS. 

President , 

George W. Irving Merrill. 

Vice-President , Treasurer , 

Edward Rickert. Roy Stall. 

Secretary , 

John Dotterer. 

The Phi Beta Literary Society was organized in the 
autumn of our Junior year. Its grand aim and end, as its 
name indicates, was the pursuit of literature. Suffice to say 
that it never caught ’er. 

The name was chosen by the founders only after long 
and deep deliberations. The significance of the Greek letters 
was to be a profound mystery to all but those initiated. It 
is now a mystery to the whole race of articulate-speaking 
men, as even the members of the society have forgotten 
what the letters meant. This is- certainly a great loss to the 
history of literature. 


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The first president was that astute reasoner and pro¬ 
found scholar, Mr. ^Bill Lippert. Under his guidance the 
society flourished “ like the roots of the green bay-tree.” 
That is to say, it grew downwards. The members, however, 
enjoyed the sessions immensely. Some were visited by 
sweet sleep during the debates, but the great majority im¬ 
proved each precious moment by “raising Cain.” It became 
the invariable rule for the owners of the halls we occupied 
to unreasonably object to this resurrection, and to insist that 
we should go elsewhere next time. 

This state of things was not without its advantages, 
however. It gave the members a change of scenery and 
climate; and the vice-president was enabled to get a holiday, 
or holihour, every week, “ to go and get a hall for the Phi 
Beta.” Sometimes the hiring of certain halls was not as 
easy as it might have been, from the fact that some other 
literary society had been there before, and found it cheaper 
to move than pay rent. This seems to be a characteristic of 
literary societies. % It is unnecessary to state that the 
was the exception to this rule. 

The organization received a severe blow when Mr. 
Lippert was compelled to resign the presidency by pressure 
of school duties (?). At first it was thought that nothing 
could be done to save it; but the election of Mr. George 
Washington Irving Merrill set it on its feet again. During 
Mr. Merrill’s administration the society reached its flood 
tide. It was he who presided over the most successful meet¬ 
ing we ever had, which was held in a hall adjoining a pool 
room. Many members here showed their expertness with 
the cue, and sometimes got a ball in the pocket (by mistake). 

As spring approached, the society began to grow beauti¬ 
fully less. This tendency was somewhat checked by 

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forming it into a body modelled after the U. S. Senate. Even 
the scheme had some disadvantages, as when a rabid Re¬ 
publican was chosen by lot to represent the glorious State 
of New Jersey. 

The revival, however, was only the hectic flush before 
death. To be sure, the Phi Beta never did formally die, as 
it adjourned sine die ; but it is safe to say it will never meet 
again. Peace to its carcass ! 


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Banjo Club. 


Ninety-four was the life of the Banjo Club, as it was of 
everything else in the school. Twelve members were in the 
club ; five were from the glorious Class of ’94. Now you see 
why it ran that part of the school’s curriculum. Look for an 
instant: Morse and Mullison, banjoreanes; Ferguson and 
Metzger played second banjo ; and Wanamaker, the guitar. 

Individually they were stars—superfine. John Wana¬ 
maker, 3d came once during the year, and never played at 
an entertainment; he was afraid that his curls might get 
twisted with some of the melodious- sounds which our club 
so often produces. Second man, Wilbur Morse. He played 
at the Christmas entertainment, and the music was so melan¬ 
choly that it made him serious. After that time he studied 
the “ live-long” day. As for Ferguson, the Irish, he learned 
all the music he played listening to the fellows singing in the 
Frenchman’s room. Mullison was another wonder. I think 
it was a wonder he ever got into,.the club. And then there 
was Metzger, called Joe. He came to one rehearsal and said 
the company was so bad that he could not associate with 
such “ boys.” 

The talent of these young gentlemen was not restricted 
to the banjo ; they played other instruments. Morse played 


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thejewsharp, Metzger the French horn. Wanamaker played 
poker, and Ferguson “ Annie Rooney ” with variations. 
Taken together, they made quite a respectable brass band. 

But we nearly forgot Eddie Wiener, who was one of the 
three founders of the club ’way back in ’91. He started it 
as it should be run, and then resigned. The club, showing 
their appreciation of this, gave him a silver banjo with gold 
frets, on the condition that he was not to play near them 
again. 

There is a rumor afloat that when the Class of ’94 gradu¬ 
ates, the Banjo Club will disband. This has not been con¬ 
firmed. It certainly must do something or die the death-. 

Among the presents received by these five members were : 
Two and one-half dozen ripe eggs ; carrots, one peck ; two 
cabbages and sundry other tokens of love. Everyone can 
surely see why Ninety-four held up the Banjo Club. 


The Three Thousand 
Doughnuts Club. 


Is every word written below the gospel truth ? Well, 
we won’t swear to that. Fact is, we don’t swear to anything. 
With us swearing is a lost art. During the past four years 
whenever there has been any necessity for this we have ap¬ 
plied to His Royal Ego-Professor Christine. This gen¬ 

tleman has quite a novel and original way of saying naughty 
words : a kind of “ beating the old boy around the stump ” 
style. This is the process. Something happens, we get 
awful mad and want to make the air blue, but content our¬ 
selves with saying “Jam it!’’ several times and then go to 
Room 8. We then proceed to tell Chrissy all our woes, and 
he takes compassion on us. 

“ Sit down, boys,’’ he says, “and I will soon utter words 
which will be like soothing-syrup to babies ; like rest to the 
weary; like food to the hungry.’’ Then that sly, cunning 
saint rattles off that famous court saying: “ I swear to tell 
the truth, the whole truth,” saying it very softly till he 

reaches the last clause—“ so help-.” This he thunders 

forth many times, and then asks us if we feel better. If we 
have not by this time recovered our normal condition of 
serenity, he repeats the above lines a few more times, after 
which we thank him and go about our studies feeling like 


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the soothed baby ; like the rested weary man ; like the filled- 
up hungry man. 

Gentle reader, you have read the title of this article and 
wonder what has been said that concerns it. Pardon this 
digression and we will promise to stick to the point here¬ 
after. We will say in beginning that the famous Three 
Thousand Doughnuts Club was an evolution. This is how 
it evoluted. (Chrissy^ coined that word specially for this 
article.) 

You must know that we had a new professor this year, 
the brother of that renowned philosopher, Benjamin F. Lacy, 
His name was, and still is, Ernest Lacy (pronounced, air- 
nest la-zy). Once a week we went to that honorable gentle¬ 
man for Rhetoric. Now, Ernest’s elocutionary powers are 
very great; and to convince us thoroughly of this fact, he 
would usually spend a good portion of the hour exhibiting 
the said powers. The illustrious William furnished the 
means for doing this; and the play chosen was the “ Mer¬ 
chant of Venice.” 

“ Boys,” Ernest would say, “ I will now read to you the 
famous Three Thousand Ducat scene.” The first seven 
weeks, during which this scene was read regularly every 
Tuesday, the boys paid remarkably close attention, being 
greatly impressed by the manner in which Shylock's part 
was rendered. Then their attention began to flag and they 
would grow restless, sometimes very restless. After this 
particular scene had been read—say a dozen times—they 
could stand it no longer and determined that they would 
have a little sport to break the awful monotony. The next 
Tuesday, after hearing a few questions in Rhetoric, he got 
out his favorite play. 


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He opens the book ; half the class immediately prepares 
to go to sleep while the other half gives feigned attention. 
Lacy reads : “ Shylock says, 4 Three thousand ducats,— 

well.' ” 

“ Shure, thot’s what I said—for thrae mounths,” calls 
out Southwick. Lacy is too deeply interested in his own 
reading to hear, and goes right on :— 

“ Bassanio says, * Ay, sir, for three months.’ ” 

(Voice from the rear): “ For the which, as I’ve told 
you forty-eleven times, Antonio shall be bound.” Lacy’s in 
Venice, he don’t hear. 

“ Bassanio says, ‘ For the which, as I told you, Antonio 
shall become bound,—well.’” 

(Stall, from under a bench): “ Will you steady me? 
Will you pleasure me? ‘Tell me your answer true.’” 
Lacy reads on :— 

“ Bassanio says, ‘ May you stead me? Will you pleas¬ 
ure me ? Shall I know your answer ? ’ Shylock says, ‘ Three 
thousand ducats, for three months, and Antonio bound.’ ” 

(Muller, from behind a huge apple pie): “ Vel, vot’s 
your answer to dat ? ” 

The reading thus progresses, and Lacy grows more and 
more excited. He is now reaching the close of the scene :— 
“ Bassanio says, ‘ If it please you to dine with us/ 

“ Shylock say, ‘ Yes, to smell pork ; (Lacy rises) to eat 
of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured 
the devil into. (Notice the professor’s hair bristling.) I 
will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with 
you, and so following (Lacy springs upon a chair, glaring 
fiercely around. Little Tomkins faints, while Swift dodges 
behind the door); but I will not eat with you, drink with you 
(the book is held aloft), nor sleep with you (the book flies 


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from Lacy’s hand as he makes a sweeping gesture, and 
strikes with tremenduous force against Wanamaker’s head, 
which gives forth a deep, hollow sound as its owner falls 
unconscious to the floor). What news on the Rialto ? 
Who is he comes here ? ’ ” 

The door opens and Sam enters to get the absentees; 
but it takes five minutes before Lacy can be convinced that 
it is Sam, and not Antonio , just arrived upon the scene. The 
boys get the excited reader quieted down just as the bell 
rings. Thus the hour is spent. 

The next day after this a meeting was held in the base¬ 
ment, and the Three Thousand Doughnuts Club was its out¬ 
come. Teddy Rickert was unanimously elected “ Lord High 
Doughnut,” Roy Stall received the office of “ Holy Cruller,” 
while Joe Randall was honored with the title of “ Chief Puff 
Doughnut,” from a fancied resemblance. The remaining 
members of the club were content with marching in the 
ranks as plain every-day Doughnuts. 

The following Tuesday, before going to Lacy’s room, 
we each invested a penny in a doughnut, and by pieces of 
string, donated to us by Mrs. Huttenlock, we made them fast 
to our button-holes. Arrayed in this style we all solemnly 
marched to the Rhetoric Class. We took our seats and 
quietly waited for the professor to come in. When he came 
he immediately called for a “ Merchant of Venice.” He was 
just about to start in when he noticed the doughnuts. Ask¬ 
ing for an explanation, the “The Lord High Doughnut” 
arose, and slowly told him how the Three Thousand Dough¬ 
nuts Club had been formed during the past week, in celebra¬ 
tion of the twenty-fifth reading, by him, of the “ Three 
Thousand Ducat Scene,” and then sat down. No one 
smiled. Each Doughnut had received orders to keep a 


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sober face, under the penalty of being made to eat one of 
“Auntie’s ” pies the next day. You may rest assured they 
all kept straight faces. 

Lacy took it all good-naturedly, and then and there 
gave us a solemn pledge—his “ bond ”—never to read to us 
again from “ Merchant of Venice.’’ This pledge he never 
broke, for which fact the class meets once a month to thank 
their lucky stars. The club having accomplished its object— 
namely, to exact the above said pledge from Ernest—soon 
after broke up. Such was the beginning, and such was the 
ending, of the famous Three Thousand Doughnuts Club. 


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OFFICERS. 

Lincoln Ferguson, ’94, President. 

John Irvin, ’96, Samuel Lewis Steer, ’94, 

Vice-President. Secretary. 

John Hughes ’96, Treasurer. 

Ninety-four was away “ in ” the Camera Club. It was 
a ’94 man who first suggested that we should have such an 
organization, and all the principal offices were occupied by 
members of that class. 

A sign, beautifully engrossed with “nice” pictures, 
appeared on the bulletin-board or the wall near the 
president’s door, asking all persons interested in organizing 
a Camera Club to meet in Room 9, on Wednesday, after 
school. The room was crowded, there being at least three 
people there. Sherer, 93, was elected temporary chairman. 
A constitution was prepared and it ranks with the constitu¬ 
tion of the Cannibal Isles, or perhaps it is rank in comparison 
with that valuable document. 


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The officers elected the first year were Sherer, ’93, pre¬ 
sident ; Ferguson, ’94, treasurer; Steer, ’94, secretary. 
Under the management of these gentlemen there were held 
without bloodshed at least five meetings during the year. 
This completed the first year of the organization. 

The second year started out with great expectations; a 
sign, as usual, appeared stating that the second year of the 
Camera Club had begun, and all members and those 
interested were invited to be present. 

Lincoln Ferguson was selected temporary chairman. 
A constitution committee was named, the old document 
being too much for us fellows who were in the club a year. 
Under this new constitution, Lincoln Ferguson, ’94, was 
elected president; John Irwin, vice-president; Samuel Lewis 
Steer, ’94, secretary; Hughes, ’96, treasurer. 

The meetings were held in the cafe, everybody sitting 
on the counter, their feet hanging gracefully over. These 
meetings were highly interesting, and always broke up in a 
•row, the members then being ejected from the building by 
Sam, the sub-janitor. Sometimes Prof. Houston would 
lend the dark room to the club, and then—the pictures were 
developed with H 2 S and C 2 S. 

A gloomy account of these meetings was always pub¬ 
lished in The Mirror , which was the “ Official Organ ” of 
the club. Sam Steer had himself elected secretary. The 
duties of such an office includes corresponding with The 
Mirror , and very often notes about the fine pictures Sam 
took appeared in print. We all wished we were secretary. 

The club lived any way during the year ’94 ran it, and 
we don’t think the Class of ’95 can be able to say that much. 
Camera Clubs are hard things to keep going, and preserve 
me from being in another one during my life. 


Below is a snap shot of one of the many signs that 
appeared about the Camera Club. 


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“La Poudre Aux Yeux” Club. 


The “ La Poudre Aux Yeux” Club was formed shortly 
after the beginning of the September term. The name was 
taken from a French comedy which it was our pleasure to 
read. That this name is very appropriate can be seen from 
its English translation. 

La Poudre Aux Yeux means “ dust in the eyes,” an 
expression for the manner in which some people dazzle 
others. 

By their almost miraculous knowledge of the French 
language, the members of the club throw dust in the eyes ot 
other people. 

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The club held its meetings and rehearsals in the building 
of the Unitarian Society, on the corner of Brandywine and 
Broad streets. 

The rehearsals of the play were productive of excellent 
results, for our knowledge of French was greatly augmented. 
During these rehearsals there occurred humorous incidents 
too numerous to mention, which will long be remembered 
by the participants. 

It is*our belief that a certain room in that building, 
containing a large closet, is haunted. From that closet 
came all manner of sounds, rattling of tin-ware, unearthly 
yells, as of some one in agony, and also tender, love-bearing 
sighs of “ O, Barney.” 

The production of the play achieved great success and 
received most favorable mention in “ an eight-page grammar” 
from the critic of world-wide renown and author of the 
famous French adaptation of Bulwer’s “ Lady of Lyons,” 
Bernard Maurice, A. M., LL. D. Prof. Maurice has said 
that the play has his most earnest recommendation both as 
a practical help to the student and as a fine piece of French 
literature. 

Mr. Albert E Byrom, as Emmeline , impersonated fault¬ 
lessly the sweet French girl. 

The young lover, Frederic , received the careful attention 
of Mr. Dotterer. Mr. Macfadden, as Sophie (im panier sons 
•le bras), depicted well the French servant-girl. 

The difficult part of Madame Malingear was taken 
excellently by Mr. Levette. 

Mr. Burns, as M. Ratinois , deserves special mention; as 
does Mr. Craig, as M. Malingear. 

The cast is as follows :— 

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“ Frederic,” in love with Emmeline, 
Mme. Ratinois, his mother, . . . 

M. Ratinois, his father, . . . . 

Mme. Malingear,. 

M. Malingear,. 

Robert,. 

Sophie,. 

Josephine,. 

Alexandrine,. 

Un Domestique, 

Un Petit Negre (corke), . . . . 

AND 

EMMILINE MALINGEAR, . . 


. MR. DOTTERER. 
. . Geo. W. Frescoln. 

. . C. Wesley Burns. 

. . Walter M. Levette. 

. . . Wm. F. Craig. 

Win. R. Bready, Jr. 
. .S'. Henry Macfadden. 
. . Albert C. Buckley. 

. . . . Alan Corson. 

. . . . Wm. Gratz. 

. . Albert H. Cooke. 

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Organized January, 1894. 


Jno. Wanamaker, 3D. 

J. Edward Rickert. 

Roy L. Stall. 

Lincoln Ferguson. 

Edward Wiener. 

This club was composed of five members of the Senior 
Class. The picture above shows but three ; the other two 


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must be spirits in the bottles. It was organized for the spe¬ 
cial benefit of Jno. Wanamaker by the other four because he 
will be the first one engaged; and, as a consequence, a 
dinner will be in order at his treat. 

The gentleman above facing the reader was drawn by 
John to look like himself, and he succeeded without doubt. 
The fellow with the moustache is a subject of controversy, 
the other four all claiming him; but, to tell the truth, it is 
Ferguson. 

None of us were drinkers. To tell the truth, two of us 
are minister’s sons, and the other three go to Sunday-school, 
so the picture is a canard. 

The first dinner is anxiously awaited by the rest of the 
Mob. 


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Three Beans Association. 


TRES BIEN. 


The distinctly aristocratic society, Three Beans (Tres 
Bieii) Association, was formed soon after the January term 
for the protection of 

Bean Premier —C. Wesley Burns. 

Bean Deuxieme —A. E. Byrom. 

Bean Troisieme —J. M. Dotterer. 

Tres Bien y which being interpreted, means “ very good,” 
was thought to be a very appropriate name and was accord¬ 
ingly adopted. This protective organization was necessitated 
by the great love of the tyrant (?) of the French class. 


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There were never in]the school any persons who have 
visited that dear little room, No I, more than the “Three 
Beans.” 

Upon entering any class-room in which French was 
to be taught, we were greeted by—“ I vill tak some 
name.” Whenever a noise of anykind was made, in room 
or in street, down would go the names of Burns, Bryom and 
Dotterer, as respectively defiant, impudent, and disorderly. 

If we smiled or sneezed Harshaw we received no thanks 
or sympathy, but—“ Leave ze room and go to ze presidant.” 
If anything accidentally dropped from the ceiling near 
Barney’s head, it was, “Aha! I sawee you—you vill see.” 

When that loose bench had the faculty of falling over 
and precipitating us at Musshur's feet, we were greeted with, 
“ I will make ze banch strong—you vill see.” 

Notwithstanding all these grievances the Tres bien had 
exalted and noble purposes, some of which were: Never 
to receive less than Tres bien for an exercise; never to allow 
partiality; never to lack “ missile.” 

Not one of the Three Beans would object to answering 
these questions if put in this order:— 

Burns, did you put a quid (pro quo) on his book ? 

Byrom, why are you called Richmond ? 

Dotterer, why is it that the door can never be opened ? 

The “ Three Beans are firm believers in the natural 
beverage of man—Burgundy,” and, bidding good-bye to the 
school and its pleasures, they can say as they drain their 
glasses, Tres Bien. 


Ninety=four in the 
Glee Club. 


EVER, in all its history, was a glee club heard 
of in the High School until the glorious ’94 
came in. Then such a club came into exist¬ 
ence ! Its origin was thusly brought about: 
Bradner, Burns and Custis, the Sigma Tau y at 
recess were vocalizing in dulcet strains in the basement, to 
the unbounded admiration and applause of the boys, when 
they were unceremoniously summoned by Farr to appear 
before the president. After lolling luxuriously on the soft 
couches in the private office for several hours they were dis¬ 
missed; but Burns’ bosom heaved with indignation, and 
Custis had fire in his eye, and in revenge for this shameful 
treatment and this lack of appreciation for the beautiful in 
music, forthwith the glee club was formed, and on all favor¬ 
able occasions the members howled in ghoulish glee before 
the astounded boys and profs. 

The club was under the direction of Prof. Miller, but his 
direction was like the coming of Santa Claus—once a year 
—and then we rehearsed several large times for the Christ¬ 
mas entertainments. “ Pud ” Burns was supposed to be the 
leader, but no one ever saw him lead—“ looks so presump- 
tious to beat time, you know, and besides I don’t like to.” 



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On our tours we always took “ Kid ” Custis as a card, 
for his feminine beauty, his Apollo-like form (clad in his 
brother’s dress suit), and his sweet little treble voice added 
a charm which would otherwise have been sadly want¬ 
ing. Prof. Maurice (Barney) was urged to join the club 
and sing the “ bird notes ” after “ Kid ” left, but he was so 
busy publishing a book pigeon-holed at a New York pub¬ 
lishers that he could not “ spare ze opportunity.” 

“Toby” Reber and “Pop” Frescoln twaddled the 
“ roulades ” on the second bass with soulful melody. When 
we sang in any churches it was heart-thrilling to see how 
piously these saints filled their pockets with church hymnals 
and bibles for sober meditation. “ Manual ” Fugate tried to 
sing secondo tenore, but only succeeded in getting very “ red 
and black ” in the face. 

“ O, it’s a beautiful thing, 

To see the High School Glee Club sing." 

“ Behold them now come on the stage: First, “ Pop,” 
with his hands in his pockets and crunching a bit of pretzel; 
then comes “ Toby,” with his peculiar halting, bouncing gait 
(poor “ Toby ” has super-aggravated resilience of the pedal 
extremities), smiling and smirking to the girls in a real 
wicked way; then come some “ lesser stars ” followed by 
Fugate, stumbling on the steps, and then, O then, comes the 
“ Kid ” with his fraternal trousers dangling in confusion 
about his attenuated ankles ; last and least (three seconds 
late for effect) comes “ Pud,” and the shebang starts up. 

Oh, Barney ! such music ! Sounding like the shriek¬ 
ing and growling of a hundred melodists of the feline variety. 
“ Pop ” has a sweet-potato smile on his face, chewing the 
bass; “ Toby,” his “ diaphragm black on both sides,” 


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thundering forth discordant sounds ; the “ Kid ” twittering 
on the low notes, but silent, with mouth wide open, like a 
chicken in the last stages of the “ gapes,” on the high notes; 
“ Pud,” with nostrils distended, screeching till his ambrosial 
locks stand upright “ wi’ fright.” After warbling thus for 
five minutes, they end up with a jerk, and it is even more 
beautiful to see them stop singing, at least to one of aesthetic 
tastes, as one by one “ they close their little mouths like tired 
birds with stomachs full of worms ” and prepare for an 
encore which seldom comes. 

The club during two seasons has made an enviable 
record, always being surfeited with engagements. Many, 
many, good times have we had, and in future years we will 
look back with the sweetest of pleasant memories to the 
time, when as High School boys, we sang :— 

“ Poor Billy’s dead 
That good old man ; 

We ne’er shall see him more, 

He used to teach us molecules 
And H 2 S0 4 .” 











Music transmutes the barbarous prose of every-day life 
into the purest poetry. It was not intended for mere, idle 
amusement. 

Luceriteio says:— 

“ The cause why music was ordained ? 

Was it not to refresh the mind of man 
After his studies or his usual pain ? ” 

The import of this had long been recognized at the 
C. H. S., but not until the advent of the ’94th class that the 
orchestra became a fixed organization. 

To the energetic efforts of Gustavus Sickles we must 
pay homage, for it is to him that we are indebted for this 
very necessary adjunct to our Musical Department. 


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Under his leadership order was brought out of chaos ; 
he sifted the material, rejected those “ found wanting,” set 
it on the straight and narrow path, and to the one, two, 
three, four of his baton, the march of the C. H. S. Orchestra 
has been triumphant. 

*-were members from our class, so we 

can smile with satisfaction and give ourselves a congratulatory 
hug on its triumph, cognizant of the fact that we supplied 
some of the individual effort necessary to give a combined 
result. 

During the latter part of last term Mr. Sickles resigned, 
and David Dubinski took up the baton, and though not 
wielded in as energetic a manner as by our ex-leader, ex¬ 
perience gives confidence, and last year’s record shows its 
brilliant career. 

The orchestra is well known throughout the city and 
suburbs, where it has played for church entertainments, school 
and college commencements, and everywhere meets with an 
enthusiastic reception. 

The musical library—a rapidly-growing feature of the 
orchestral association—owes its origin to Mr. Sickles. 

* (Gus. got Bill Ulcers to write this for him and forgot to fill the spaces in.— Ed.) 


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Foot=ball in the C. H. S. 


Among the dusty antiquities enclosed by the brick walls 
of the C. H. S. the foot-ball records are by no means the 
least important. 

One of the records runs thus :— 

In the year of ’93 great interest was taken in the game 
on the part of the students. 

Sad to say, our class (’94) did not turn out many play¬ 
ers, most of the team coming from the Junior and Sopho¬ 
more Classes. 

This fact, although hard luck as far as the Seniors were 
concerned, is very fortunate for the school, as an almost 



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entire team can be immediately placed on the gridiron field 
in the fall of ’94. thus relieving the management of the most 
difficult part of the difficult problem of getting up a first- 
class team. 

It is necessary to find but three new men for ’94, and 
this number may be reduced by the probable reappearance 
of Atkin, whose sickness prevented him from playing in ’93. 
With such a man as Joe Huston for captain, with almost the 
same team as in ’93, and with a year’s experience, why should 
not the team of ’94 eclipse the team of ’93 ? 

At the beginning of last season the outlook of a suc¬ 
cessful season was very dark, but four Regular men of’92 try¬ 
ing for the team. 

But, by hard work, patience and the favor of the gods, a 
team was chosen which surprised and gladdened both the 
management and the school. 

Did we not knock spots out of the Manuals and scatter 
their boasts to the winds ? 

Despite their bragging and their weight, did we not 
come out proudly victorious on our gala day—the day of 
our Sports ? 

By defeating the Manuals and the Penn Charter, were 
we not honestly entitled to the championship of the city ? 

And in obtaining the championship, could we wish for 
more—except to keep it next year, and so on ? 

Last year of the fifteen men composing the team, nine 
were new, while of these nine, three had never played 
foot-ball previously. 

Two of our best “ finds ” were Morris and Gillinder, 
playing respectively centre and guard. These two men 
are the best players in their .positions that the school 
ever had. 


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Stokes played a better game at end than any other man 
in the same position of any school team in the city. 

On record were five games won, two lost; with a score 
of 66 points to 32, in our favor. We obtained a sweet 
revenge on Penn Charter and Hill Schools for our defeats 
by them in ’92. Notwithstanding the doleful prophecies of 
Christine, we are all alive, safe and sound, and, we believe, 
much benefited by our hard work. As to the success of 
’93—well it can be entirely attributed to the faithful train¬ 
ing and the perfect team work of the entire squad. 

During the season several enjoyable trips were taken, 
and we took advantage of the opportunities offered to 
rehearse all we knew in the way of drama, music, opera, etc. 

On our trip to Pottstown we endeavored to unearth our 
Mascot of last year—the old “ sign ; ” but the Hill School 
kept it shady and we were compelled to borrow another, 
an oyster sign, which may be seen on application to 
“ Sam.” Whenever we take this trip we seem fated to play 
in the mud, and our last game was no exception—not by two 
feet. At one stage of the game, Jump had to be hoisted out 
by the aid of a derrick; while Huston accumulated so much 
mud around his person that he was several times taken for 
Morris. 

After the game was over, the entire fire-brigade of the 
town turned out to wash us, that we might be reduced to 
our normal size. 

Dinner was served to the hungry athletes at one of the 
hotels, and Stokes was heard to gently inquire whether he 
would be penalized five yards if he tackled a fowl. This pun 
had the desired effect, and we all left Stokes to the remnants 
of his meal and—his jokes. No comments will be passed 
on Dye’s vain attempts to attract the attention of a certain 

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actress, or on Coomb’s infatuation with one of the waitresses. 
On rising from the table the crowd kindly borrowed the 
flowers placed thereon—a temptation not to be resisted, 
especially as they were the school colors. 

On the journey home, contrary to expectations, few 
accidents happened. Coombs was fished out of the ice- 
cooler at Phoenixville, and John Frazier was rescued from a 
“cop,” who thought our end was a shaggy African freak, 
escaped from some wandering circus. However, with the 
aid of two men, Frazier’s hair was lifted from his face, and 
the guardian (?) of the city perceived the features of a civil¬ 
ized being. 

The game at Atlantic was played before an immense 
crowd, the entire population of that “ Gloucester of the 
coast ” turning out to see the game. Groups of people 
followed us all over the town, and various surmises as to 
what we were could frequently be heard. Several men 
took us for a band of Texan cowboys, while a certain 
lady had it that we were a company of Russians from the 
war-ships. But the climax was reached when we heard a 
small boy solemnly declare to his companion that we were 
the brothers of the “ Sutherland Sisters.” 

During the game Jump was hurt, and as the field was 
much too short to lay him down, he was carted to the street 
and laid on the curbstone. After being worked over for ten 
minutes, he recovered consciousness and asked for a glass of 
water. 

One of the boys, desiring to prove useful, handed the 
first thing he could lay his hands on. The bottle was passed 
to George, and he took a deep, deep draught. Before the 
liquid had entirely disappeared Jump leaped six feet in the 
air, yelling that he was poisoned ; but on examination it was 


177 


discovered that he had only taken in about a pint of sea¬ 
water. 

The game had to be cut short in order that we might 
catch the last train up to the city. Several of the boys, fear¬ 
ing that they would be left, commenced to undress in the 
’bus. Now, this was all right as long as we were in the 
’bus, but on arriving at the armory they were in a fix as to 
the manner of exit from the ’bus. However, this was settled 
by the crowd lining up and forming a pathway for us. Then 
the unfortunates, with a spring and a rush, vanished within 
the building, amid the shouts of the mob. 

With this game ended the famous season of ’93, which 
will ever be remembered by the members of the team, and it 
is to be hoped by the students of the school at that time. 

In the years to come, when we, the members of the 
team of ’93, are old and feeble, who can say that we shall not 
tell with a feeling of pride and veneration (and perhaps with 
a regret of the quick-flown years) to our grandchildren, of 
the glorious victories and triumphs of the dear old school ? 


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It was always believed that Wiener and Martin were at 
the bottom of it, and it is quite probable that they were. 
However, if they were at the bottom they must have staid 
there, for they certainly never got any higher. They made 
themselves prominent and important by having their names 
printed in that far-famed journal run by Mr. Ukers, The 
Mirror. This was their first and last effort, and cricket 
would still be on the hearth or somewhere had not that enter¬ 
prising and long-haired young man, Harry Morice, of ’95, 
taken the matter on his own shoulders. 

Now I know it is not customary for a class record to 
mention the doings or sayings of any but its own class, but 
as ’94 took so little interest in the doings on the cricket field, 
and as the fellow who is bossing this job wants me to scribble 
off six hundred words. I find it necessary to comment on the 
movements of the aforesaid energetic youth, J. Henry 
Morice. 


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Mr. Morice’s connection with the C. H. S. cricket began 
by his writing a letter, concerning the getting up of a team, 
to Mr. Martin. The latter gentleman being a Junior, and 
far above such a thing as having an acquaintance in the 
Sophomore Class, did a good deal of skirmishing before he 
found out what Mr. Morice looked like, or, in the word of 
of a certain French gentleman, “ Wrote his name on his 
face.” 

After this interesting operation took place, it was all 
plain sailing, that is, as far as ’94 was concerned. Morice 
took change of the whole affair, and together with that 
veteran (in cricket), Prof. Miller, arranged to have a meet¬ 
ing of the enthusiasts in the veteran's room after school. At 
this meeting Mr. Lorimer D. Miller, ’93, was elected captain 
of the C. H. S. cricket team and Mr. Morice, manager. 

The first game was played at Haverford with the second 
eleven of that college. We met with an overwhelming defeat. 
However, we “ looked upon the matter in this philosophic 
light:” we said, “This is our first game. We have had 
no practice whatever. We have no grounds to play on. 
Our team has only just been organized. On the other hand, 
the Haverfordians have been practicing in sheds all winter, 
and on the field during the spring.” 

Messrs. Morice and Miller wiped their eyes and looked 
around for something easier. The Germantown Colts came 
within their range of vision, so we tackled them. This 
time we did decidedly better, tasted blood, and came off four 
runs to the good. 

Then the above-mentioned combine, like Alexander, 
looked for more worlds to conquer, and as the world is 
somewhat larger now than then, they did not have as much 
trouble as Alec did. 


Oakland Second was the next victim, and we played 
with them, and on them to the tune of ninety to nothing. 
After that we couldn’t get anybody our own size (or smaller) 
to touch us (or else it rained), and we closed the season with 
two victories and one defeat to our credit. 



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Ninety=four’s Base=ball Team. 


The season opened in the most auspicious manner. 
Reber was elected manager, but being firm in the idea that 
if the ball went anywhere between first and second base it 
would be considered a foul, he was not deemed competent 
to fill the position, and the team resigned from him. John 
Herbert Bowen, having a thorough knowledge of the game, 
was elected to fill the vacancy. Mr. Bowen exercised exceed- 
ingly good judgment in selecting the team, and we were 
represented by the very cream of athletics and base-ball 
players. The personnel was: Brearly, i b and captain; 
Hurlburt, c; Lochner, p; Lee, 2 b; Roeske, 3 b; Tomp¬ 
kins, s s; Randall, c f; Wallace, 1 f; Mullison, r f. 

The fellows did excellent work in practice, and when 
the first game was played they were in the pink of condition, 
and had the science of it down fine. The first game that 


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Manager Bowen had scheduled was with the Seldom Sweats, 
of Manayunk, for April ioth. Our team put up most 
scientific playing. Lee led at the bat, got his base on balls, 
but was brought to grief at second. Hurlburt and Roeske 
followed, each getting his base on balls. Then came Ran¬ 
dall. He was the first to make a hit, but seeing that both first 
and second were occupied, he immediately turned and ran 
toward third. Every base was now filled, so when Wallace 
made a fine three-bagger, Randall ran toward second and 
Hurlburt toward third. Neither would get out of the way, 
the result of which was a pugilistic contest right there. Of 
course this kind of action reflected to a certain extent on 
the team, and as Randall had struck first, Manager Bowen 
disbanded him, appointing Gratz to take his place. 

Three men had been put out, the Never Sweats coming 
to the bat. Robinson led off with a fly to Wallace, who, 
supposing that the catcher was the man to do all the catch¬ 
ing, waited for Hurlburt to come up. Both men missed the 
ball, and Robinson scored. As Wallace had made a mis¬ 
take, the run was not counted, and Manager Bowen insisted 
that Robinson be declared out, for if Wallace had caught the 
ball he would have been out anyhow. So it was decided. 
Taylor then came to the bat and knocked a slow grounder 
to Tompkins, who allowed the ball to roll past him and then 
ran after it. While Taylor was standing with both feet on 
second, Tompkins quietly walked up from behind, tagged 
him, and, of course, the judge declared Taylor out. 

There was a dispute at this, but our manager insisted 
that the judge’s decision was perfectly fair, adding that if 
there were any more such disputes he would take his men 
off the field and claim the game. Safford then took his 
turn, but missing four strikes, was declared out. 

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Then came our second inning. Brearly was the first to 
use the stick. Being a very muscular fellow and heavy 
hitter, he lost the ball. While the Never Sweats were hunt¬ 
ing it, Brearly kept on running, bringing in four home-runs. 
Darkness fell from the wings of night before the sphere was 
recovered, the game was called, and we came home rejoicing 
that we had so ably defeated the Never Sweats. Score, 4-0. 

The next game scheduled was with the Seldom Fed 
B. B. T. Game to be played down at the “ Neck ” on April 
25th. Hansell, Westney, Suplee and Cutler, wishing to help 
hold up the standard of the Senior class, made application for 
positions, but never having played base-ball before, their appli¬ 
cations were not favorably considered. The 25 th came at last— 
likewise the game. This was only a repetition of our former 
good playing. But, although Wallace had a clean record 
hitherto, he is credited with an error in this game. Lee had 
sent out a hot liner, which struck Smith (s s) full in the face, 
breaking his leg. Smith felt very much displeased, and 
demonstrated it by striking Lee with a bat. A fight ensued, 
in which all those who did not run away were hurt. Wallace 
was the only one who stayed to help Lee, therefore he was 
given an error, because he did not run with the others. 

Many other games were played, but, without going into 
details, the success of the team can best be judged from the 
manager’s private record, as follows:— 


Games played,.10 

Games won,.14 

Games lost,.2 


Record of players as follows: (N. B.—Player having 

best record at top of list, and so on in order named.) 
Lockner deserves especial mention, having a clean record. 


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B. H. P.O. R. A. E. 


Lochner, . . . 

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Wallace, . . . 

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Central high School 
Wheelmen. 


This organization was about the best (?) in the school. 
It had a nice name and all that. The members parted their 
hair in the middle to keep an equilibrium when riding their 
wheels. And they had, in fact, everything that could be 
wanted. 

The capacity of the society was great. That is, for 
mixed drinks and free lunch. But we will keep Mumm 
about that for they were often “ Extra Dry.” 

The object these wheelmen had in view when the club was 
organized was to teach the members howto ride when under 
the influence of the “ fiery serpent.” They all did learn, 
there is no doubt, for after one of these mystic rides the mem¬ 
bership roll was reduced at least two by death. 

It was a magnificent sight to see them spin along a 
level road, and it was even grander to see them coast down a 
long hill, going like “ greased lightning but the grandest 
of all was to see them pushing up the other side of the hill; 
their brawny limbs worked to their utmost capacity. They 
all enjoyed the last the most. 

We won’t discuss the members individually. They are 
enough to disgust (joke) anyone. One of Them. 


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Cellar Rushes. 


The rushing proclivities of the Class of ’94 were very 
quickly developed after the entrance of that class into the 
High School. When we were Freshmen, most of us were, 
as it were, dwellers in the south cellar, and it was there 
that we took our lessons, or rather, gave illustrative teachings 
of that highly popular indoor sport, rushing. It is well 
that we remember how the gas was first extinguished; then 
shutters closed and doors fastened. 

Then, because we were at that time known as the ’99th 
Class, would commence our yells of “ ’99 every time.” It 
was not long before the ’98’s, the Sophomores, would begin 
to flock together and to yell. Before the rushing began we 
generally amused ourselves with various school songs, such 
as “ William Green,” etc. A voice from the darkness would 
be heard, saying: “ Who was Max Straube ? or “ Who was 

Billy Green ? ” or “ Who was Christine ? ” 

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The answers to these questions are known to all the 
members of our class. 

Our Freshman class was one of the largest ever admitted 
into the school, and was composed, to a very great extent, 
of large fellows. 

The manner of holding those rushes was usually as fol¬ 
lows : The Sophomores would congregate about the door, and 
we would then start toward them at full speed. With cries of 
“Ninety-nine!” “Ninety-eight!” the opposing classes would 
come together, and then would come a scene scarcely to be for¬ 
gotten by a spectator, and never by a participant. Such scuf- 
ing, pulling of hair, blacking of eyes and tearing of clothes 
never occurred before. We would shove and fight with hands, 
feet, heads—anything, as long as we could manage to keep 
upon our feet. The mass would sway to and fro for a 
moment, and then over would go umbrella-stands and every¬ 
thing else in the path of the avalanche of bodies. At last, 
with a crash, we would come against the doors ; they would 
be forced open and—suffice it to say, the Class of ’94 
remained in the cellar, but the other class did not. 

Great plans were conceived by the Faculty for the pre¬ 
vention of these rushes, and many were the poor fellows who 
were unfortunate enough to be caught. Messrs. Lacy and 
Farr were appointed custodians for the maintenance of order 
in the cellar. 

So long as they watched carefully everything was very 
orderly, but let them turn their backs—bang would go the 
shutters and the yelling would begin. Then would Ben Lacy 
shout. “ Now, boys, get out of here, get out! ” And our 
recess in the cellar was at an end. But the next day rush¬ 
ing would commence before the honorable preservers of 
peace reached the cellar. 


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During our Sophomore and Junior years a great deal 
of rushing was done in the yard; but our honored presi¬ 
dent put a stop to that, and we were compelled to return to 
our old place, the cellar. But the latter rushes were not 
entered into with the same spirit as of old. 

It was not until our Senior year, when we should have 
been “ most grave and reverend seignors,” that this sport 
regained its quondam popularity. The “ Three Thousand 
Doughnuts Club ” and the “ Sehr Bummers ” are well 
known. The French Club, the “ La Poudre Aux Yeux,” 
should not be forgotten. Although it, as a club, took no 
part in these rushes, yet the “ Sehr Bummers ” and the 
“ Three Thousand Doughnuts Club ” received aid from its 
members. That most illustrious (?) but unfortunate club of 
the Junior class, the Boni Pueri, was also a participant in the 
later rushes. 

The rushes between the “ Three Thousand Doughnuts 
Club ” and the “ Sehr Bummers ” were very scientifically 
arranged. The contending factions would take opposite 
ends of the cellar. One side would form a wedge and then 
start forward; the other side would advance to meet them, 
and soon all was confusion. Everything was counted as 
fair, and it was no unusual sight to see one poor unfortunate 
with his coat torn off his back. Indeed the loss of collars 
was so general that many of the rushers, before entering 
upon the pleasure, removed collars and neckties. 

There is no doubt that the rushes between the “ Sehr 
Bummers ” and the “ Three Thousand Doughnuts Club ” 
were the fiercest ever waged within the antiquated walls of 
the north cellar. Sometimes at class, after recess, we would 
troop into the room, about ten minutes late, a sorry-looking 
set of human beings. We would enter with dishevelled hair, 

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hands and faces not of the cleanest, dust all over our clothes, 
minus collars and cuffs—in fine, in an advanced state of di¬ 
lapidation. These rushes continued daily for quite a long 
period, and when they had in a measure ceased, the illus¬ 
trious (?) Boni Pueri, aided by the “ La Poudre Aux Yeux ” 
Club, the “ Sehr Bummers ” and the “ Three Thousand 
Doughnuts Club ” introduced a new system of fun in the 
cellar. When the coast was clear, simultaneously the lights 
would go out and the shutters be closed; then the door 
closed and an umbrella-stand, held in readiness, would be 
placed against it, effectually barring all ingress. 

Then the fun would commence; singing, yelling, throw¬ 
ing all sorts of missies, overturning umbrella-stands, were 
the order of the day. If any old coats were found they 
were immediately pounced upon and hurled around; indeed, 
one day an old coat was found hanging from the beautiful (?) 
chandelier (?) of Room 2. After a time we would make our 
escape through the Green street door, leaving entrance to 
the cellar blocked. We could then go around and, meek as 
lambs, watch the consternation of our policemen , especially 
one. 

The probability of being caught and suspended made 
the sport only more popular with the average “ right kind 
of” fellow. There is no reason why students should not 
be allowed amusement so long as they do no injury. 


Ninety=four on the Track 


Such was the cry heard one bright afternoon, as a great 
army of students wended their way toward the grounds of 
the Athletic Club of the Schuylkill Navy. “And what’s 
the meanin’ of this yere racket? ” asks a seedy-looking individ¬ 
ual, who quickly falls into line on being told that he is with 
the Class of ’94, who are now marching to Stenton to see 
their athletes “ do ” the High School Sports. We finally 
reach the grounds, and there, in the midst of the shouting 
crowd, stands our country friend looking very pale, for his 
family believes that he has fallen into the hands of a band of 
Indians and I see him turn with longing eyes toward the 
gate as some thoughtless boy remarks that “ Records will go 
to smash when Bowen once gets that hammer.” 

On assuring him that if any records are smashed he 
will in no ways be injured, he consents to take a chair, while 
I tell him of the deeds of 94’s athletes; how Martin, Graeff, 
Supplee, Stokes, McAllister, Kerr, Wetherill, Grugan, Reber, 
Westney and a host of others always win honor—and prizes, 
and how to-day promises to bring forth many stars, as yet un¬ 
heard of. But our talk is interrupted by the gong sounding 
for the first event, the Senior Hundred, which was won in fine 

form by -; here the announcer steps forth, and, on 

answering the countryman’s question as to “ who that pretty 
boy is who seems to be running the Sports ? ” I tell him it is 




Stall, whose angelic voice is heard announcing that “ The 
hundred yards Senior is won by Hurlburt, ’94.” I have to 
explain that Hurlburt is one of the unknown quantities of 
whom I had before spoken and that he only entered this 
race on the entreaties of his friends, who, knowing his quick 
and lively disposition in the class-room, felt sure of his 
winning a place at the finish. 

The Junior Hundred, for boys under twelve years of age 
and not exceeding four feet in height, is a close race between 
Merrill, Reber, Donoghue and Grayhurst, but is finally won 
by little Frankie Kerr. The 220 and 440 are closely run by 
those noted athletes, Sundheim, Cook, Ferguson, Wiener 
and Brearly, but as they near the tape “ long-legged ” 
Brearly spurts and captures the prizes amidst great applause. 

At this juncture the farmer asks “ why them important¬ 
looking fellers walk up and down the track in front of the 
stand,” at the same time pointing to Merrill, Dotterer, Fer¬ 
guson, Wiener, Wanamaker and numerous Freshmen, but 
before I can answer him he breaks out with, “ Who’s that 
feather-haired youth ?” When I mention the name of 
Sickles he mumbles something about “ long-haired athletes 
and musicianers,” but his reveries are cut short by a great 
shout, and looking out on the field we see Lochner lift the 
shot and with a mighty groan hurtle it through the air! 
We watch it rise, thinking it is gone forever, but it finally 
turns its course toward Mother Earth, and with a.sickening 
thud strikes the fence at the lower end of the grounds “and, 
while the crowd shouts in delight, we know that another 
record has been put to the credit of that mighty man, 
Lochner. 

But now they are preparing for the event of the day, and 
we behold a second muscular man walk within the space 


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reserved for the hammer-throwers ; we see his muscles strain 
as he poises the hammer and then, amidst great cheering, 
that hammer floats through the air never again to be seen by 
any member of that shouting crowd, and after the announce¬ 
ment that the hammer-throwing record had been broken by 
Bowen, no distance taken, the crowd dispersed with the cry 
of “ Bowen did it!” “ Bowen did it!” 

But, coming down to facts, ’94 has made a splendid 
record on the track. 

Of course our Freshman year was not our most brilliant, 
though the pole-vault record was broken by Frank Kerr. 

In the Sophomore year we did very well, coming in 
second among the classes, due mainly to the fine work of 
McAllister, assisted by Kerr, Graeff, Stokes and Jeffries. 

We fully kept up to the standard during our Junior 
year, Stokes, Suplee, Kerr and Martin doing the best work. 

In our Senior year we proved that four years of hard 
study will go a great way in the training of athletes. The 
Sports held during this year were among the finest which 
ever did credit to the old school, and the Class of ’94 finished 
in the lead. 

Westney won the 100-yard Senior in the High'School 
record time of iof seconds. 

Suplee captured the 100-yard Junior in seconds, 
breaking the former record by second. 

Westney also proved a winner in the 2.20, with Sup¬ 
lee a good second. 

Running hop, step and jump was won by Suplee. 

Hansell won the throwing the base-ball contest, with 
Martin a close second. 

Martin also won a third in the half-mile run, and West¬ 
ney took a second in the high jump. 


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Yells !!!! 


CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL YELL. 

Central Re, 

Central Ra, 

Central High School, 

Sis boom Ra—a- 

Ra Ra Ra! 


NINETY-FOUR’S CLASS YELLS. 

Ra, Ra, Ra, 

One Ra more, 

Central High School, 
Ninety-four, 

Ra, Ra, Ra, 

Senior! 


NINETY-NINE’S YELL—USED FRESHMAN YEAR. 

Ric-Kitee-dix, Skoax, Sko ax, 

Ric-Kitee-dix, Skoax, Sko ax, 

Wo up, Wo up, 

Central High School Ninety-nine, 

We’re the people every time, 

Sis, boom, ah ! 








NINETY-FOUR’S YELL—USED SOPHOMORE 
YEAR. 

Ra, Ra, Ra, 

One Ra more, 

•X C I V, 

Sophomore! 


NINETY-THREE’S YELL—FAMILIAR DURING 
FRESHMAN YEAR. 

Ninety-eight, 

Takes the cake ! 


NINETY-FOUR’S YELL—USED FRESHMAN YEAR # 
AGAINST NINETY-THREE. 

Ninety-nine, 

Get there everytime ! 


NINETY-SIX’S YELL. 

One Hundred and One, 
Takes the bun! 


NINETY-SEVEN’S—THE FRESH’S YELL. 

We are angels just from Heaven, 

Central High School, 

Ninety-seven! 


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WHO WAS SAM BERGER, ESQ.? 


First in Latin, 

First in Greek, 

First in Sanskrit up to his beak. 


WHO WAS MAX STRAUBE? 

First in pretzels, 

First in cheese, 

First in lager beer up to his knees. 


WHO WAS POP SCHOCK ? 

First in mathematics, 

First in gin, 

First in tobacco juice up to his chin. 




Songs and Myths of Yore 


WE’LL CARRY BILLY HOME. 


(Tune—“ Aunt Dinah’s Quilting Party’’). (The most familiar song heard in the school.) 


I. 

On the bar the beer glass glittered, 

On the floor the gaslight shone ; 

It was from that little corner tavern 
That we carried Billy home. 


Chorus. 

Oh ! we carry Billy home ; 

Oh ! we carry Billy home ; 

It was from that little corner tavern 
That we carried Billy home. 

II. 

On my arm his red-head rested— 

Rested as it were of stone ; 

It was from that little corner tavern 
That we carried Billy home. 


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DEAR BILLY GREEN. 

(Tune—. (Written when Prof. Green left the Faculty.) 

I. 

Oh ! Billy Green, that dear old soul, 

His voice we’ll hear no more ; 

He used to teach us molecules, 

And H 2 S0 4 . 

II. 

His name was Green, his beard was red, 

His jokes they cause uproar, 

When’er he teaches molecules 
And H 2 S0 4 


THE LITTLE GERMAN BAND. 

Tune—(Could not be described.) (Sung in the yard and basement.) 

We are a German Band, 

And the beer we like to see : 

We linger ’round the corner 
At Broad and Montgomery— 

Tara ra ra 
Boom ta, boom ta! 


GERMAN SONG. 

(Tune—Ta, Ra, Ra, Ra,—) 

Ich bien gowesen sien 
Central High School 
Ninety-nine, 
We’re the people 
Every time. 

Ta, Ra, Ra, Ra, 

Boom Te Ay. 

(Sung by the “ Dutch ” Regulars.) 

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(This is a “ Homeric ” fragment found on a fly-leaf of a 
Political Economy.”) 

In Room eight 
I used to be, 

I saw a cat 
In agony; 

I started to quote, 

“ Mr. Wayland said,” 

And when I looked, 

The cat was dead. 

Under the Trigonome tree 

The High School “ Smythe ” stands. 


ODE TO JOHNSON. 

There’s a name that’s never spoken, 

There’s some students’ hearts near broken, r 
There’s a man missing from the High School Faculty, that’s all; 
There’s a memory still living, 

And some old fogies unforgiven, 

Of the picture that was turned against the wall. 


THE SADDLE HORSE. 

Chrissy left the High School 
For a foreign shore (HeL 2 ), 

His overshoes and saddle are in pawn ; 
He might have been president, 
If he had only lived ; 

Empty is the saddle, Chrissy’s gone. 

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SNYDER’S BALLAD. 


Snyder had a little lamb, 

And had it named Maurice, 
And Class B had a sample 
Of that same person’s fleece. 

Everywhere that Barney went 
Snyder was sure to go, 

To get a chance before the class 
Of his skill at French to show. 


A rumor is afloat that Washington Huttenlock, Esq., 
is to be an assistant to Prof. Snyder, to help him teach the 
Greek alphabet. 


The only lively part of Prof. Stuart is his socks, their 
color being white and chrome yellow. 


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The Song of the Central 
High School. 


THE CRIMSON AND THE GOLD. 


(Tune—The Orange and the Black— Carmina Princetonia.) 
Words arranged for this occasion by Prof. Houston. 


Although Yale has always favored 
The violet’s dark blue, 

And the gentle sons of Harvard 
To the crimson rose are true. 

We will awn the dear old High School, 

Deep in our hearts we’ll hold 
All the glories and the victories 
Of the Crimson and the Gold. 

Thro’ the four long years of college 
’Midst the scenes we know so well 
As the mystic charm to knowledge 
We vainly seek to spell; 

As we win athletic vict’ries 
Let e’er the tale be told, 

And we’ll work for the dear old High School 
And the Crimson and the Gold. 


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When the cares of life o’ertake us, 
Mingling fast our locks with gray, 
Should our dearest hopes betray us, 
False fortune fall away; 

Still we’ll banish care and sadness 
And our college days retold, 

We’ll recall those days of gladness 
’Neath the Crimson and the Gold. 


See ! now on the dim horizon, 

As the march of night is done, 

One by one each star in heaven 
Pales beneath the rising sun ; 

See our dear school’s glorious colors; 

On the clouds those tints behold 
Emblems fair of glorious sunrise, 

See the Crimson and the Gold ! 

(This song was sung for the first time at the Christmas 
Entertainment, 1893.) 


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Clubs. 


THE PROFESSIONAL 

, CLUB. (?) 

“Prince Carl” . 

. C. N. Martin. 

“Blue Jeans," . 

. G. Reber. 

“ 2 d Mrs. Tanqueray," . . . 

L. Ferguson. 

“Jane,” .. 

. A. Hurlburt. 

“Beau Brummel, .... 

. F. Nixon. 

“Pan Jandrumf .... 

. F. Hansell. 

“The Fool's Paradise, . . . 

. G. Merrill. 

“The Girl I Left Behind Me',' 

. H. Bowen. 

*‘ The Prodigal Daughter,'' . 

. Roy Stall. 

“A Parisian Romance . . 

. E. Wiener. 

“The Woolen Stockings," . . 

. G. Sickles. 

“The Diamond Breaker," 

. Buckley. 

“Princess Nicotine,". . . . 


“The Princess Bonnie," . . 

. Scatchard. 

“Sister Mary',' . 


“The Other Man',' .... 

. J. Lummis. 

“Charles' Aunt',' .... 

. J. Sundheim. 


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BUTTERFLY CLUB. 


Comedian , . . 

Buffo 07 i y . . 

Sonbrette , . . 

Supe } . . . 

Villain , . . . 

Prima Donna , 
Sopra?io, . . 

Tragedian , 


Fred Nixon. 
Carl Martin. 

“ M.abel ” Styles 
Ed. Wiener. 
Hoi. White. 
Yids Hansell. 
Mon Grayhurst. 
Jack Lufnmis. 


THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA 
David Dubinsky, ’9 6 , Leader. 


1st Violins . 

Milton Herbert, ’95, 
John L. Haney, ’95, 
Emil Berlet, ’96. 

Viola. 

Philipp Brann, ’97. 

Cornets. 

Walter Langshaw, ’94, 
Reinert, ’97. 

Trombone. 

Beyer, ’96. 


2d Violins. 

Leonard Frescoln, ’96, 
Peiffer, ’97, 

Hoese, ’95. 

Flute. 

Lewis L. Taffel, ’95. 
Violo 7 icello. 

Herbert S. Drew, ’95, 
Harry Junghen, ’97. 

Drummer. 
Price, ’97. 


Piano. 
Allison Saw. 


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THE PATRIOTIC CLUB OF THE C. H. S. 


INCORPORATED I 894. 

George Washington Schock, A. M. 
Washington Huttenlock. 

Charles Sumner Carter. 

Charles Sumner Dolley. 

Benjamin Franklin Lacy, A. M., B. S. 
Monroe Snyder, A. M. 

Faculty members eligible. 


CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL FOOT-BALL TEAM. 
1893. 

R. Half-Back, Randall, ’94, Captain. 

L. Half-Back, Huston, ’95. 

Full-Back, Squires, ’95. 

Quarter-Back, Coombs. 

Right End, Stokes, ’94, Manager. 

Right Tackle, B. Frazier. 

Right Guard, Fairbanks. 

Centre, Morris. 

Left Guard, Gillander. 

Left Tackle, Jump, ’96. 

Left End, J. Frazier. 

Substitute, Levette, ’94. 

Substitute, Dye, ’94. 

Substitute, McDowell. 


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GLEE CLUB. 


C. Wesley Burns, ’94, Leader. 
Wm. Clarence Ebaugh, ’94. 
Edward Allen Fugate, ’94. 
Alonzo Guy Reber, ’94. 

Craig Johnson, P. G. 

Wm. Smith, ’96. 

Earl Early, ’95. 


Prof. John Miller, Director. 


CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL WHEELMEN. 


Organized 1893. 


Schoch, Captain. 
Herbert, Lieutenant. 


Members , 


Broth, 


Wiltbank, 

Murphy, 

Hillyer, 


Dubinski, 


Tucker, 

Evans, 

Grieve, 

Schock, 

Herbert, 

Deeter, 


Heiligman, 

Fredericks, 


Buckly, 

Bitting, 


Williamson, 


Herbert. 


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THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL CAMERA CLUB. 


Organized 1892. 


President , 

Lincoln Ferguson. 

Secretary , Treasurer , 

Samuel Lewis Steer. John Hughes. 

Vice-President , 

John Irvin. 


Members , 

Ferguson, ’94, 

Steer, ’94, 

Stuart, ’94, 

Irvin, ’96, 

Low, ’96, 

Sangendorph, ’97, 


Stall, ’94, 
Nixon, ’94, 
Langham, ’96, 
Hughes, ’96, 
Lochrey, ’96, 
Rowan, ’97. 


Executive Committee , 

Roy Stall, Chairman , 
Sangendorph, Irvin. 


THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL CRICKET TEAM. 
Season 1893. 


Hansell, ’94, 
Wiener, ’94, 

W. Morice, ’95, 
Graham, ’93, 
Jump, ’96, 
Pfershing, ’96, 


Martin, ’94, 
Miller, ’93, 
Davis, ’95, 
Squires, ’95, 
Morice, ’96. 


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THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL BANJO CLUB. 

Harry K. Carey, Leader. 

Banjorines. ist Banjo. 

Edward Wells, P. G., Charles Morgan, P. G. 

Wilbur Morse, ’94, 

Conroy, ’95. 

2nd Banjo. 

Lincoln Ferguson, ’94, 

Joseph Metzger, ’94. 

Guitar. Mandolin . 

Elwood Hubbs, ’97, Adams, ’96. 

John Wanamaker, ’94. 


THE SEHR BUMMERS AND OTHERS. 

Organized “ achzehuhundertdrenindneunzig.” 
wise known as Physical Laboratory Class. 


Sehr Bummer , . . 

Bummer , . . . . 

Strictly Prohibition, 
Holi Mucklii , . . 

Sw otter, . . . . 

Sehr Kerr {hair), 
Chief Washer , . , 

'Always Bright , . 
Tommy Rotten , . . 

Great Discoverer, 
all like , . . . 

One Imp, . . . . 

Tin Soldiers, . . 

Honorary Members, 


“ Yids ” Hansell. 

Cutler. 

Sehr Hensil. 

“Judge” Ferguson. 

Me and John Sullivan. 

Sickles, Gussie. 

Brooks’ Crystal Soap. 

“ Sunny ” Sundheim. 

Lee. 

Christopher. 

Legshow Langshaw. 

Peter, my boy, Brearly. 

Metzger or Butcher, Wache Scatchard. 
Prof. Benjamin Franklin Lacy. 

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THE THREE THOUSAND DOUGHNUTS DRAMA¬ 
TIC CLUB. 

Chief Doughnut and Playwrite , J. Edward Rickert. 

Unholy Cruller , Roy L. Stall. 

First Tenor eleven , Josiah Stevenson. 

Base Bazvler , The Guy, Reber. 

Brass Band , Ch(ew) Stretch. 

“Areye zvid us f” Hugh L. Southwick. 

Hautboy , Jno. Wanamakerthird. 

Attendant Demon , Sammy Steer. 

Supes and Assistant Scrappers , 

Josie Randall, 

Wilbur Morse, 

Edwin Montaye (Beloved of Christine), 

Edwin S. Mullison, 

Francis (not Fritz) Miller, 

Ches. Stuart, 

“ Soup,” alias William Suplee, 

Alfred ( ) Westney. 

War Cry , “ Three thousand ducats, for three months, and 

Antonio shall become bound - Down with the 

Sehr Bummers!” 

Repertoire , “ The Tragedy of Christine,” “ The Fate of Two 
Profs,” “ Christine Ditties,” and variety. 


GAMBOLERS ON THE GREEN. 

William Wilkins Grayhurst. George Irving Merrill. 
Carl Niehard Martin. Frederick Martin Hansell. 

Edward Wiener. Lincoln Ferguson. 

2f2 cents a cue. 


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Departments. 


THE FACULTY. 

Robert Ellis Thomson, President. 
Harvey H. Belnap, First Vice-President. 
Young Bartine, Second Vice-President. 
Zephaniah Hopper, President , “pro tern ” 


MATHEMATICAL DEPARTMENT. 

Zephaniah Hopper, Geometry. 

David Wesley Bartine, Algebra. 

George Washington Schock, Trigonometry. 
FYederick Foster Christine, Algebra. 


ENGLISH DEPARTMENT. 

Albert Henry Smyth, Professor of English. 
John Mather Miller, Instructor of English. 
Chester Nye Farr, Instructor of English. 
Ernest Lacy, Instructor of English. * 

F. Foster Christine, Pronunciation. 


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JANITORS’ DEPARTMENT. 

Washington Huttenlock, Janitor-in-Chief. 
Samuel Dutton, Sub Janitor. 

Mrs. Huttenlock, Sub Two Janitor. 

Fred. F. Christine, Sub Three Janitor. 


CLASSICAL DEPARTMENT. 

George Stuart, Professor of Latin. 

Samuel Erwin Berger, Instructor of Latin and Greek. 
Earnest Anstell Schnabel, Instructor of Latin and Greek. 
Frederick F. Christine, Instructor in “Quid Pro Quo I 


PHYSICS DEPARTMENT. 

Edwin James Houston, Emeritus Professor in Physics. 
Benjamin Franklin Lacy, Professor of Physics. 
Thomas Lightfoot, Instructor in Physics. 

F. F. Christine, Instructor in Optics. 


CHEMICAL DEPARTMENT. 

William Houston Greene, Emeritus Professor m Chemistry. 
Harry F. Kellar, Professor in Chemistry. 

Oscar Carter, Instructor in Chemistry. 

F. Foster Christine, Instructor in Chemistry. 


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BIOLOGICAL DEPARTMENT. 


Jacob Farnum Holt, Professor in Anatomy. 

Charles Sumner Dolley, Professor in Botany. 

Fred. F. Christine, Instructor in “ Modus Operandi .” 


HISTORY DEPARTMENT. 

Henry Willis, Professor of History. 

F. F. Christine, Professor of History of Life of F. F. C. 


LANGUAGE DEPARTMENT. 

Max Straube, Professor of German. 
Bernard Maurice, Professor of French. 

F. Foster Christine, Professor of both. 


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Capital, $1,000,000. Surplus, $250,000 


THE COMMONWEALTH 


^ Henky M. Dechert, President - \ TITIiE-I^SURflHGE 

( Andrew J. Maloney, Vice-President I 
\ Edw, H. Bonsall, 2d Vice-President, ) 

\ In charge of Titles and Trusts ) 

Adam A. Stull, Sec’y and Treas. ) 

Andrew T. Kay, Ass't Title Officer 
Chas. K. Zug, Ass’t Trust Officer 


RHD TfyUST CO. 


DIRECTORS 

Abraham M. Beitler Andrew J. Maloney 
Francis E. Brewster John M. McCurdy 


Charles Carver 
/ Henry S Cattell 
( Henry M. Dechert 
( Samuel T. Fox 

E iam Gorman 

ry J. McCarthy 


\Vm. S. Ringgold 
John H. Sloan 
Fred. Sylvester \ 
Robert A. Wilkinson ) 
Isaac D. Yocum 



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813 Chestnut St., Phila. 

Insures TITLES to Real Estate. 
Executes TRUSTS of every description 
Receives money on DEPOSIT and 
allows two per cent, interest. 
LOANS money on Collateral or Mort¬ 
gage. 

Becomes SURETY for Administrators, 
Trustees, etc. 


SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES FOR RENT 

FROM $3 TO $50 PER ANNUM 


E. W. CLARK & C2. 

Bankers • and • Brokers 

Jio. 139 South Fourth Street 


Investment Securities 

A SPECIALTY 



fl General Banking Business 

TRANSACTED 

Interest Allowed on Deposits 


Members of the Philadelphia and New York 
Stock Exchanges 


Connected by Private Wire with New York 








Opaline Paste 

A Dainty, Delicious 
Dentifrice, 

Preserves and Beautifies 
the Teeth. 

Imparts a delightful and per¬ 
sistent fragrance to the breath, 
and a sense of cleanliness to 
the mouth. 

In all desirable qualities for 
the dental toilet, this prepara¬ 
tion excels all others we have 
tested. 

The S. S. White 
Dental Manuf’g Co. 

Ctatnnt St„ cor. 12th 

PHILADELPHIA 


Lievis & Co. 

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Iron, Steel and Coal 


234 S. Fourth Street 


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heading photographers 



High Class 
Work at Popu¬ 
lar Prices. 

Special Rates to 
Students. 


No. 1030 CHESTNUT STREET. 



Telephone No. 873 

Lewis H* Redneh 

Conveyancer 

AND 

R e &I E5t&te Br°k c r 

Ho. 727 Walnut Street 

PHILADELPHIA. 


Special attention given to purchase and 
sale of Real Estate, valuation of Properties 
and Loans on-Mortgage. 


ESTERBROOK'S 
STEEL FENS 

SCHOOL SERIES 



Superior Quality 


For Sale by all 
Stationers 


Make requisition for 
Esterbrook’s Steel Pens 


Worts, Camden, N. I, 








































United Firemen’s Insurance Company 

PHILADELPHIA 

Office, 4:19 Walnut Street 


- $300,000 Liabilities, Jan. 1, 1894, - $917,901 

1,294,839 Net Surplus, Jan. 1, 1894, 70,878 


Cash Capital, 

Assets, Jan. 1, 1894, 

ROBERT B. BEATH, 

President. 


Henry Bumm 
William M. Singerly 
Chas. M. Lukens 


JOSEPH L. CAVEN, 

Vice-President. 


DIRECTORS 

Alfred Moore 
Holstein De Haven 
Henry B. Tener 


DENNIS J. SWEENEY, 

Secretary. 


Geo. B. Bonnell 
William Wood 
Jacob E. Ridgway 


AA. AAcAARNUS 

C O NTRACTOR « « 

* « Builder 

Office, 313 fi. Second St. 


Residence, 1416 Tioga St. 


PHmHDEiiPHifl 






ARE YOU GETTING WHAT YOU F*AY FOR? 

The largest and most secure Safe Deposit Vaults are those of the 

GUARANTEE TRUST SAFE DEPOSIT CO. 

316, 318 and 320 Cliestnut Street 

These vaults are entirely unconnected with the walls of the fire-proof building containing them, and in 
their construction 1,700 tons of granite and 400,000 pounds of iron and steel were used, and no expense has 
been spared to secure every device that can add to the safety of the valuables deposited in them. They are 
three stories in height, and the London Tunes described them some years since as being the “ largest safe 
deposit vaults in the world.” 

The fire-proof building containing these vaults is entirely separate from other buildings, being surrounded 
on all sides by streets or wide open space, and guarded day and night by an ample force of inside and outside 
watchmen. 

If you have use for a safe in which to place valuable papers or securities, it should be a vault that is, 
1st—secure from theft; 2d—absolutely fire-proof; 3d—in a properly guarded fire-proof building. 

No building and no Safe Deposit Vaults in Philadelphia so completely fulfil all of these conditions as do 
the fire-oroof building and Safe Deposit Vaults of the Guarantee Trust and Safe Deposit Co. 

Safes in these vaults can be rented at as low rates as are charged elsewhere for inferior accommodations. 

Independently of expense, however, to those who intrust valuable papers add securities to the custody of 
Safe Deposit Companies, the question, am 1 getting the security I pay for? is extremely pertinent. 


Sailer «£s Stevenson, 

BANKERS 

38 SOUTfl THI^D STREET, PHlUiR. 


DEALERS IN HIGH CLASS INVESTMENT SECURITIES. 
DRAFTS DRAWN ON UNION BANK OF LONDON. 


The City Trust, Safe Deposit and Surety Company, 

No. 927 CtrestriLit Street. 


Full-Paid Capital, 
Surplus, - 


$500,000. 

150,000. 


CHARLES M. SWAIN, MICHAEL P. HERATY, JAMES F. L\’ND 

President. Vice-President. Sec y and T> eas. 

IOSEPH A SINN, WM. W. CONWAY, LINCOLN L. EYRE, 

J Trust Officer. Real Estate Officer. Solicitor. 


Charles L. Flanagan 


Louis A. Flanagan 


ESTABLISHED 1852 


S. St JHS. 7Vt. FLHNHGHN 

226 Walnut Street 


Real Estate, Sailing Vessels, Steamships, Steamboats, Steam Tugs, 
Steam Pumps, with Wrecking and Submarine Appurtenances. 








JVIerrick Price & Co. 

No. 404 Library Street 

PHILADELPHIA 


Members of New York Con.. Stock: Exchange 


Stocks, Bonds, Cotton, Grain and Provisions bought and sold 
for cash or on margin, and carried without interest. 
Fractional lots a specialty. 


DIRECT WIRES TO NEW YORK AM) CHICAGO 
Long Distance Telephone 2610 Established 1878 



HEALTHFUL HOUSE-WARMING 

You will know wliat that means 
if you use the 


Paragon Steel-Plate Furnace 

NoG-as! No Dust! No trouble to Manage! 


Large volumes of pure, warm air , insuring 
ample ventilation, and a comfortable home in the 
coldest weather. This furnace is made in nine 
sizes and varieties. The best dealers in Philadelphia 
handle it. Specify the “ PARAGON ,” and invite 
several of them to bid on it. You will be pleased 
with the result, both as to quality and price. 

Our Furnace Book, “ Hints about Heating 
will tell you much that is to your interest to know. 
Mailed free on application to 


ISAAC A. SHEPPARD & CO. 


Fourth Street and Montgomery Avenue 


PHILADELPHIA 










































For Invention and Designs. Copyrights, 
Etc., Procured. 


Trade Marks Registered. Assignments prepared and recorded. 

Mechanical Expert Reports made, and cases involving patent law conducted. Applica¬ 
tions carefully prepared here and promptly prosecuted at my Washington Office, No. 918 F 
Street. Call or send for circular of instructions. 


JOHN A. WEIDERSHEIM 

THE RECORD BUILDING. NEW YORK OFFICE. 

917 AND 919 CHESTNUT ST., PH I LA. No 203 BROADWAY. 


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-STOKES & PARRISH ELEVATOR CO.- 

PHIEADEEPHIA, 

MANUFACTURERS OF 

Hydraulic Passenger and Freight Elevators, 

-KND- 

STEAM HOISTING MACHINERY, 

OFFICE, BULLITT BUILDING. 

The Elevator in the Girls’ Normal School was erected by the above Company 

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Amateur Photographers 

Are invited to see our new Pretno Cameras, $12, 

$15 and $20. Best and cheapest hand Camera. 

When you return from your vacation, bring us your 
negatives to be developed and printed. 

We have every facility for doing this. Send for 
Catalogue of Outfits and Supplies. 

THOS. H. McCOLLIJM & CO. 

f4o. 1030 flreh Street, Philadelphia 

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WM. L COOKE 
CHAS. J. COOKE 


ESTABLISHED 1853 nelson h. cooke 

BEN. J. COOKE 

B. J. Cooke’S Sons 


DEALERS IN 


CLOCKS {ind BRONZES 

JVIUSICAL BOXES 


No. 137 North Third Street, Philadelphia 


THE 


W. J. HcCahan Sugar 
Refining Co. 


No. 147 South Front Street 


W. J. McCAHAN, President 
R. S. POMEROY, Treasurer 
W. J. McCAHAN, Jr., Secretary 


PHILADELPHIA 


<JAS. M. LYNCH 

WHOLESALE 

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BOX SHOOKS AND CLOTH BOARDS 

4069 Powelton Ave. 


.Philadelphia, Pa. 








Heins, Whelen, Lybrand & Co. 

PubliG . . 

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No. 508 Walnut Street 


PHILADELPHIA 


cJOHN HEINS K. G. WHELEN W. M. LYBRAND 


T. EDWARD ROSS 


ADAM A. ROSS. cJR. 



Are grown from seed Stocks carefully 
selected from Trial seed beds. Thus 
the varieties are perpetuated free from 
mixtures or adulteration. 

Our assortment of Flower Seeds is 
large and from most reliable stocks in 
this country and Europe. Flowering 
Bulbs, for Spring or Fall planting. 
Landreth’s Lawn Grass Seed, 
Grass and Field Seeds, 

Fertilizers, Insecticides, Etc. 

D. LANDRETH & SONS 

Branch Store, Delaware Ave. and Arch St. 21 and 23 S. Sixth Street, 

(OPPOSITE STEAMBOAT LANDING.) PHILADELPHIA, PA . 

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PHILADELPHIA 

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F. E. OKIE, A. L. STEELMAN, D. B. SHARP, GEO. B. WRIGHT, 

President. Vice-President. Treasurer. Sec'y and Gen’l Man’r. 

F. E. OKIE COMPANY, 

MANUFACTURERS OF 

TYPOGRAPHIC AND LITHOGRAPHIC INKS 

Bronze Powders and Dry Colors. KENTON PLACE, Above Lodge St. 


FACTORY: 206-208 CARTER STREET. 













EShERICK & Co. 


♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 


£icck? St-aTi-i . 


AND 


P^oVtstoii 3 k0 ^ 1 ' s 


115 SOUTH THI^D STREET 

PHiiiRDeuphih 


Buy and sell Stocks, Bonds, Grain and Provisions in fractional 
lots for Cash or on Margin 


direct Wires to New York and cHicaco 

Correspondence Solicited TELEPHONE 2814 


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G. fl. GflHliflp & GO 


DEALERS IN 

Railroad / Industrial 

stocks 

112 South Third Street 


MEMBERS OPEN BOARD OF BROKERS, 


NEW YORK 


Success with the Camera Assured 

By using the old Reliable Brands 

(Mutt's Keystone Dry Plates * Films 

ECLrlPSK 27 for instantaneous shutter exposures. 
ORTHO 23, 25 and. 27 for artistic and scientific work. 
The sterling qualities of the Cartmtt plate are universally 
acknowledged by photographers, both professional and amateur. 

New Descriptive Catalogue and Reduced Price List just issued. 
Send postal for copy. 

For Sale by all Dealers in Plioto Supplies 

Manufactured by 

JOHN CARBUTT 

(Pioneer Manufacturer of Gelatine-Bromide and Orthochromatic Plates in America) 

Keystone Dry Plate and Film Works Wayne Junction, Philadelphia 





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THE CALL 


It contains all the School hTeWs 


Robert S. Davis 


Proprietor 






The United Gas Improvement Co. 


Drexel Building 

Philadelphia, Pa. 


Inquiries from any part of the United States should 
be addressed to the Philadelphia Office 


Builders of the Standard Lowe Water Gas Apparatus 
Builders, Lessees and Purchasers of Gas Works 


Water Gas Plants (either independent or auxiliary to 
coal gas works) erected to meet any conditions. Apparatus 
designed to use any grade of oil and anthracite coal, or gas- 
house or oven coke. 

Pamphlets, Plans and Estimates Furnished upon Application. 







THE 


Welgbach Improved Reading Itight 

Is the Ideal Light for Hot Weather 


A first-class 3-foot bat-wing burner will 
give 20 eandle pouszv and generate 3250 
units of heat per hour. 

An Argand Burner will give 30 eandle 
pocuep and generate 4550 units of heat per 
hour. 

An Improved Welsbaeh Reading 
Iiight will give 60 eandle pocuet* and 

generate but 1950 units of heat per hour. As 
a consequence, it is not uncomfortable when 
burned near the user, and is therefore the most 
satisfactory lamp for reading and sewing ever 
devised. 

WELSBACH LIGHT CO. 

Dep’t of the Gas Applianee Exchanges 

20 S. Fifteenth St. Philadelphia 


The Largest and Best Stock; of Gas 
Stoves in this City 




Domestic Trade Department 


OF THE 

Atlantic Refining Co. 


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125 ARCH STREET 


Telephone 4620 . 


Philadelphia, Pa. 


Ff/INIC Mill I FIT Scientific Manufacturing Optician 
I ivniliv I IVIL.L_L.iY) 1721 Chestnut St., Phila. 



Dllr Perfectl y Fitted Spectacles and Eye Glasses, and the Grinding of 

VllL OjJLWdllJ . Prescription Lenses. all work guaranteed. 


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Voang Gentlemen : 

We business boys of an older growth are quite as much 
puzzled to know when, where, and how to advertise as you are over 
your studies. I am free to confess I have an innate feeling that what 
I might say to you of the 

ttlEBER, IVE^S & POND and SflAW PIANOS 

-AND- 

1111 chestnut street 

would not be received in that spirit of bubbling enthusiasm which 
would prevail upon the announcement of victory by your Foot-Ball 
Team. Still we “ cast our bread upon the waters,” hoping that in the 
near future, when you and the Normal girl have settled down to the 
problem of life, one of the factors in the sum of addition, multiplication 
and bliss will be a PIANO of 

J. G. RAMSDELL 

Coleman Sellers + + 

Consigns CnSfnw 

ROOM No 50 FORREST BUILDING 


119 South Fourth Street, FTiiladelplnia 







CARPETINGS 

A complete assortment of Axminster, Wilton, Velvet, Moquette, Body 
Brussels, Tapestry Brussels, Ingrain, Linoleums, Oil Cloths, Window 
Shades, Curtains, etc., at the very lowest market prices. Your 
inspection solicited. 

Hercules Atkin Co., um 

1011 Market Street, Philadelphia. 


Henry Li. Pranks 


House Carpenter 1 and Builder 1 


814 and 816 p. Tenth St. 

Jobbing of All Kinds Promptly Attended to 


RESIDENCE: 

834 N. Thirteenth Street 


PHILADELPHIA 


J. Mitchell H. Doughty 

MITCHELL & DOUGHTY 


2224 Vine Street, Philadelphia, Pa. 


Owning frames and Railings 

Builders’ Iron Work and all kinds of Blacksmithing; also, 
Plumbing, Steam and Gas Fitting. 














Robt. S. Johnson 
Chas. M Byrnes 


LARGE AND HEAVY BUILDING 
WORK A SPECIALTY. 


JOHNSTON & BYRNES 
Contractors and Builders 

Office, 1215 Filbert Street 

PH1LHDELPHIK 



Builders and Contractors for the New Boys’ Central High School, the Girls’ 
New Normal School and the Geo. W. Childs Public School, Seventeenth and 
Tasker Streets. 






















































PUBLIC TELEPHONE 
FACILITIES 

whereby direct communication is had with all 
prominent places in Pennsylvania, New Jersey 
New York, Delaware, Maryland, Massachusetts 
Connecticut and Rhode Island. Also all points 
in the city and county of Philadelphia. 

Bell 

Telephone 

Co. 

Market St., above Fourth St. 

SPECIAL NOTICE 

Subscribers using Toll Lines will be called up 
every morning and requested to verify the Com¬ 
pany’s charges for Toll Line service rendered the 
previous day. 

After such comparison, no rebate or change in the 
Company’s accounts for this service will be made. 

Subscribers should keep a memorandum of each mes¬ 
sage sent over Toll Lines. Bills for such services will be 
rendered monthly. 

When payment is refused, the subscriber’s lines will be 
barred against further use of Toll Lines until payment is 
made at this office. 







Gonover’s PaPisien Gate 

N2. 1415 Filbert Street 

°" po, ' TE ”", ON A ’““ ™* PHILADELPHIA. 


Combining all the especial features of a 
first-class Restaurant and Light Lunch 
Cafe. 

Hot meals at all hours of the day 
and night. Competent cooks and first- 
class service. Saratoga Mineral Waters 
as from the Spring, the Excelsior Water 
being the specialty. The soda fountain 
being new and complete, we are prepared 
to serve all Soda Waters 

“Comme il Faut.” 


GEOHOB W. COflOVEH 

Fo. 1415 Filbert Street 


PHKiADEliPHlA, pa. 




MORO PHILLIPS 


CHEMICAL CO. 

131 S. Third St., Philadelphia 

MANUFACTURERS 

Acids, Chemicals, Glauber Salts 
American Phosphorus 

STANDARD FERTILIZERS 

WILLIAM NEATO/VI 

MANUFACTURER OF 

Rubber, Leather and Gotton Belting 


RUBBER GOODS FOR MEGMAN1GAL PURPOSES 


JHo. 64 porth Fourth Street 


Established 1836 


PHILADELPHIA 








5flNITflRY HlQM 5QH00L 


\ / OU are cordially invited to attend the Commencement 
Exercises of the Sanitary High School, held every 
business day at 1130- 1148 Ridge Avenue, Philadelphia. 



Do you expect to make any changes in your present 
plumbing arrangements or to build ? If so a visit to our 
show-rooms will amply repay you. Here you can see the 
developments of the latest and most advanced ideas in 
Sanitary Plumbing. We guarantee all our specialties. 

Haines, Jones & Cadbury Co. 

1130-1148 RIDGE AVENUE 
PHILADELPHIA 


















HENRY HEYMANN , SOLE PROPRIETOR 


T. J. Dunn & Co. 

UNITED STATES 

Gigar Jttanafaetory 

210,212 and 214 North Broad Street 

PHILADELPHIA 


Robert JVIantell and Franeis Wilson Havana 
Cigars made in sixteen sizes and shapes and sixty other 
Brands. 




POrtPEIIflN 

Duff Red Pressed 
Also Ornamental 


PRICK 



OF ANT COLOR AMD 
OF ALL SHAPES 


pace Bpick JViantels Bpick pipe Plaees 

Capacity, 100,000,000 pep annum 
Bpieks Gpound fop flpehes a Specialty 


JARDEN BRICK COMPANY 

Office, IMo. 9 North Thirteenth Street, Room 15 
PHILdDELrHIA, FA. 


SEND FOR OUR ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE, WITH PRICE LIST 





Ostertag & Walton 

135 South Tenth St., Phila., Pa. 

MANUFACTURERS AND DEALERS IN 

Surreal Instruments 

IflVAIilD REQUISITES, ETC. 


Surgical Dressings 
Cottons 


Gauges, Lint 
Bandages 



Crutches 
Rolling Chairs 
Trusses 

Abdominal Supporters 
Elastic Hosiery 


Instruments to assist the Hearing. 


Electric Batteries Arnord’s Milk Sterilizers 
Atomizers for Oil or Water 
Microscopes for Physicians’ or Students’ Use 











EDWHRD 7V^. BURKE 

PRACTICAL 


House and Decorative Painter 


Office, 1736 Cuthbert Street 

DESIGNS and ESTIMATES FUKNISHED PHIIyADEI^PHIA 


C. THEIS WEGER FRANK L. WEGER 

Charles Theis Brewery , Philadelphia 


WEQER BROS. 

Erlanger* Beer? 

BREWERY OFFICE 

32d and Master Sts. N- E. eor. 3d and Buttomuood Sts. 

POSTER St COATES 

Pntolislrers, Booksellers ^ Importers 

REMOVED TO 

1026 CHESTNUT STREET 

Cor. Juniper and Chestnut Sts. PHILKDELPHIK 

At our new store book-buyers will find the choicest stock of standard and miscellaneous 
books in Philadelphia. The newest cloth and paper books. 

AIJ. BOOKS AT THE EOWEST PRICES 

A fine Stationery Department, elegantly engraved invitations, monograms, crests and 
address dies. 













I. Aussprung 

Manufacturer of 

Meerschaum and Amber Goods 

PIPES REPAIRED AND REBOILED 


pine Imported and Domestic Cigars and Tobaceo 

No. 46 NORTH FOURTH ST., PHILADELPHIA 

NEW 

GLOBES SPRING MAP ROLLERS 

ROAD BICYCItE MAPS 



PERTAINING TOTHEBUSINESS. 


j9L/\p Publisher 


Around Everywhere 

Edward B. Smith Francis E. Bond 

EDWARD 13. SMITH & CO. 

Stoek and Bond Brokers 

Members of New York and Philadelphia 428 AND 430 LIBRARY STREET 

Stock Exchanges PHILADELPHIA 

JACOJ5 MYERS 

Qarpenter and guilder 

*m» 1"71*~ Sansom Street, Philadelphia 

BELL TELEPHONE 2309 ESTIMATES FURNISHED 

jamejs 13. Thompson 

Plumbing, • Gas • and • Steam • Fitting 

113 N. TWELFTH STREET, PHILADELPHIA 


Burk & JVIcFetridge Co. 

Printers, Lithographers, Publishers 


306 and 308 CHESTNUT STREET 

PHlliHDEhPHlA 








DAVID J. KERR 


Belmont Club 



Whiskey 


Jajvies Kerr’s Son 

Rectifier and Wholesale Dealer in 

pure • Qld • Rye • \\)bi si^ies 

BRdNDIES, WINE5, CIN5, ETC. 

1628 Market Street 


TELEPHONE 5747 


PfllliADELLpfilA 


Goods Delivered to all Parts of the City. 





RICHARD COOQAN, 

236 South Twenty-first Street, 

MANUFACTURER of 



HIGH GRADE 

SflDDbE^V 






Enterprise ^aliP|dry 



231 South Ninth Street 

PHILADELPHIA 


Hubert KEirm-rH, 

Piropitietot* 


RESERVED SPACE. 




HIGH-GRADE TEXT-BOOKS 


MATHEMATICS 

By EDWARD BROOKS, A, M., Ph. D., Superintendent of Philadelphia Schools. 
Higher Arithmetic, Elementary Algebra, 

Elementary Geometry and Trigonometry 
Plane and Solid Geometry, Plane and Spherical Trigonometry. 

A series well graded, clear and embodying practical principles and correct information of 
processes used in daily business and mechanical life. 


BOOKKEEPING 

PRACTICAL BOOKKEEPING. By E. O. Lyte, A. M., Ph. D„ Principal of 
State Normal School, Millersville, Pa. 

The essential principles and practice of keeping business accounts. 


LANGUAGE 

MAGILL’S READING FRENCH GRAMMAR. 

MAGILL’S SERIES OF MODERN FRENCH AUTHORS. By E. H. Magill, 

A. M., LL. D., ex-President of and Professor of French in Swarthmore College. 

Books which teach the method of learning rapidly to read French and give practice in that 
method. A result of Dr. Magill's years of successful work in the class-room. 

For prices and particulars of the above-named books, address the publishers, 

CHRISTOPHER SOWER COMPANY 

614 Arcli Street Philadelphia 

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UNION • BRHSS • WORKS 

McCAMBRIDGE & CO., LIMITED 

MANUFACTURERS OF 

PLUMBERS’ SUPPLIES AND SPECIALTIES 

523, 525 and 527 CHERRY STREET, PHILADELPHIA 


THE SYPHO CLOSET—THE IDEAL BASIN AND BATH WASTE 

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HIGHEST AWARD AT THE WORLD’S FAIR 


w H1T1NC Phper Co, 

No IS South Sixth Street 

PHILADELPHIA, PA. 


Whiting Standard Ledger 








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62d and W)°°dland K uen ue 

PHI LHDELPHIH 

t 

Builder^ of f^ailwai}, TpamtoaiJ, Electric and Cable 
Cai% Electric Moton TpucI^ 


Woodland avenue car bodies, mounted on Eureka Maximum- 
Traction trucks, and Ridge avenue car bodies, mounted on Brill 
No. 21 trucks, were built by J. G. BRILL COMPANY. 

TRAVEL VIA 

THE STANDARD 

LEHIQH VALLEY RAILROAD 


npHE Picturesque Route through America’s wonderland, the romantic moun- 
* tains of Pennsylvania, and the serene and beautiful lakes of New York 
State. \ 

Fast trains from Philadelphia to Bethlehem, Easton, Allentown, Mauch 
Chunk, Pottsville, Wilkes-Barre, Scranton, Elmira, Ithaca, Auburn, Geneva, 
Rochester, Buffalo and Niagara Falls. 

Through solid vestibuled trains between Philadelphia and New York and 
Chicago, via Niagara Falls, each way daily. Dining cars. Steam heat. 
Pintsch Gas. Anthracite coal used exclusively, insuring cleanliness and comfort. 

ROLLIN H. WILBUR, Gen’l Snpt., CHAS. S. LEE, Gen’l Pass, Agent, 

S. Bethlehem, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. 

A. W. NONNEMACHER, Ass’t Gen’l Pass. Agent, S. Bethlehem, Pa. 























